Bacteria

 

Forgotten are the words 

Of every man forgotten.

The white noise

Rambunctious poise

Of the bacteria blocks them out   

 

He but a speck in a desert of sand,

But an atom in a complex human hand.

 

The bacteria, they adapt.

And he isn’t an important memory. 

His smiles, his cries

His stories, his truths, his lies. 

All are forgotten.

 

The bacteria prosper and breed, 

A stubborn non-indigenous weed.

 

They grow high to reach the sun. 

Killing those short or content.

And the ones that run

Away from the sun

Shortly are destroyed.

 

And the man that lived is forgotten.

A bacteria no longer, rotten. 

 

Forgotten are the words 

Of every man forgotten.

 

The white noise

Rambunctious poise

 

Of the bacteria blocks them out.

 

The stubborn, non-indigenous, weed.

DJTDUGLASS DJTDUGLASS
18-21, M
Mar 15, 2010