A chronicle of the times

A chronicle of the times

that we have forgotten.

The times before we had

a tank on every corner,

an exhibit on every street.

Before all that, and before now.

The time before you and I

were dragged by our ankles,

but after someone else was.

This time it is us.

The time before every

school had a code, but

after it had an allegiance.

Hmm, I could’ve sworn they were similar.

A time before the dictator,

but after the despots. Before

order or after order or before

chaos or after chaos, we had the definite same.

The time before music, the time

after melody. The time before rhythm,

the time after beat, before tempo, after

time. After time, before time, before now,

after now. Just not now, but now is what

we chronicle now isn’t?.