Meanwhile Alzheimer terror
rattles your cage;
the mindless way
that Mum has left you
feels like she’s betrayed
your childhood trust:
makers should know what they’ve made.
Meanwhile earth has memory
loss as well as found;
the great auk has walked forgotten,
but unbidden from the ground
crocus and tulip spears
renew the revolution
that will not be put down.
Je me souviens
cries the soil again
after months of occult
plotting the coup commences
at the drop of a robin’s
wing every hidden hand seizes
arms and thrusts them toward heaven.
Meanwhile green remembers
in leaf-bud before its time
the quiescent slumbers
of white-washed dreams shake
ashes off their iced-up embers
and breathe the old story into flames
that melt the freeze of Alzheimer’s.