"Here, Memory Rolls Through the Boulevards"

~ from "Quiet World":

Here, memory rolls through the boulevards

It matters not what any king carried
Or what exact phrases a pharaoh hacked,
I feel our views of history vary

Though humans never left their common tract
Of feelings and desires and disgusts –
We disregard the sentiments, and facts

We slobber after, little though we trust
The truth of John or Henry or Richard,
And learn nothing from our pedantic thrusts.

Here, memory rolls past the boulevards.

June 5