Tatterdemalion slink across our chrome alleys.
In our villas, we depleted memories friezed in
Lost symbols, nobody recognizes
nowadays the tribal artifacts we locked in antiquated courtyards ,
Yet, as civil guards scream obscenities,
lost meditation resurfaces.
Brilliant gods descend from oblivion
in unforgettable words.
Note:I did not feel the need to change many words, or add too much, but the end. For me it became a poem about re-discovering what we lost, not the loss itself.
As we put the words together they seemed scattered, as they had lost their meanings but each of the contributors managed to put them together in a meaningful poem. So it is the miracle of re-discovering the words and their meaning in a collaborative work maybe…