Alas, Posterity

Alas, posterity.

Alack, such sincerity.

I lay my white crown round.

I load it down.

High school papers' honorific, acrobatic headlines.

Long lost 5k charities and small town race times.

The animated remnants of a life before i knew you,

And you were mine.

Alas, posterity.

Alack, such sincerity.

We lay white arrows 'round.

We load it down.

Stillborn eloquence and evidence of european tours.

Still-resolving photos close enough to see your pores.

The annotated remnants of a life i lived behind you,

When i was yours.

Once, all alone in a red october,

Wound down vainglorious in clover.

Frowns found under words of a turk in dover,

Now lines you'd hide web-woven over.

But unsung liturgies, obituaries written to the sun.

Inundated pages old enough to make you young.

Commemorate the remnants of a life in twenty-aught-few,

When we were one.

Alas, posterity.

Alack, such sincerity.

You laid your white brow round,

And now,

And now, i load it down.