Amnesial Womb

COMMUNAL MEMORY

 

We collect memories

 

Memories

That pile

On top of one another

Forming, apparently separate,

Pyramidal aggregates

 

And we

The dwellers of cities

And of towns, large and small

We who have stopped living on trees

We who have stopped being hunters and gatherers,

We, as our ancestral tree dwellers,

We ARE those pyramidal memories

 

 

Piles

That at the bottom

Diffuse and dissolve

Into the surrounding

Warm amnesiac fluid

 

And there

At that indiscernible edge

Where the past is as veiled as the future

You and I

And those tree dwellers

Who hunted with their bare hands

And ate their meat raw and bloody,

There, in that amnesiac womb

You and I

Are the one and the same memory.

 

Done