mainline here
no, we will not tangle this further
we will not come to
the light of sand dunes and donkeys
let alone electricity upon floppy flesh

when it comes rising like a little death
inwards not without
like the night sky
dapples a white iron roof
towards the pitch, the dark

these scenarios will be forgotten

forgotten like

like you forgot to swallow those circles
you forgot to read the signs
forgot to straighten the ripple
in your light
the crease in your shirt

the scrapbooks burnt
meant more than any lettering preserved
between here and there

not forgotten
intentional ruin

forced forgetfulness
a genocide without tragedy
clinical white
a clean, empty victory

Matthew Davies