Once I thought I dreamt
Of a cartography
Of days yet to come in my life
Where living corpses lined the streets
And aged faces turned to stone.
We took refuge underground,
Served by priests
In aquamarine chambers.
Then I walked along a river
Toward a tower looming
Over valleys less formidable.
I came to its apex alone
A nest overlooking the folds
Lined wall to wall
With maps of the future.
I say that I regret nothing
Yet here is my ledger
With an empty spot
For my former self.
You can have the body of the nightmare visionary.
Drag him around the perimeter
Or hang him in the square.
I don’t care what you do.