Who is soaking in the acid
of resentment. Resentment is
the ferment of memories past
But when the acid bites you are It.

Such bitterness of things that are
gone by and shall never be again
Invested in the graves and ignoring
the wombs of possibilities of yet to be.

In the stinging acid of this
The dead get more attention
than the born and the Unborn
This ferment of the past can brew
Poison for oneself and the Rest.

The power of things gone by and
shall never be…