The warning signs were all there,
Menagerie’s gate within our stare.
Make sure my medals are straight.
13 steps to show respect, three spent shells encased
I saw the war coming, I wasn’t surprised
Vindication isn’t supposed to feel this bad.
Can you remember the harvest faces we’ll never see again?
The world will spin whether I tune in.
The world will end whether I attend.
No more surprises,
I’ve seen all I could be.
Everything’s in my cloud, my persistent memories.