2071: I cried

I cried when he shared his
online past – my youngest

as a laughing child – a lost
time re-opened – bared – a

screen-fill on my phone of
forgottens – I do that – I fall

back & cry [as a mourner] –
My dead are living – an eye

to what-we-lost by lines &
magnets to drag weightier

catches [rusted] from that
putrid water – I’ll not quaff

to jouk its deadly poisons
[& avoid my only passion]