History

History

by dan ankers

My history

is a lit path in the fog of life

illuminated by the light

though somehow still

obscured

as photons portion themselves

like a million tiny elves

in prismatic effect

all around this derelict shell

I suppose I’ve served them well

Producing a reason

for the light

Though I cannot say

I am nourished for the

Night

And though these creatures come to aide

my gentle rooftop serenade

it is for naught

but vain

and desperate

attempts at

consecration

Poor old me

and we

Allas! this

Wretched Station!