disposal of evidence
lately memories of a time dated ‘us’
keep breaking through the surface unbidden
like a corpse that won’t stay hidden
forcing me to contemplate the sodden, distorted remains
I’m taking no chances this time:
in the dead of night, armed with strong twine
I’ll roll smooth, heavy boulders to the water’s edge,
then weigh it down;
watch it sink into the depths,
leaving only a string of slowly dispersing bubbles
and wait
til it settles into its silty bed among plants waving embracingly
now the fish may feed on dreams and reminiscences and regrets
until it is stripped to the bone
and eventually fossilizes
to flummox forensic archaeologists
in a time dated ‘future’
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