You treated me like dirt
And they say that soil has a memory
That sounds deeper than it might be
Like a ditch for a mass grave
Dug to erase the trace of genocide
But soil has a memory
The earth never forgets
Or ever needs to really remember
Because soil has a memory
But the planet is mostly water
It too, has a memory
It doesn’t forget the relentless battles waged
As it has Raged Against cliff-sides large and small
Anger is a gift
And as chunks slowly drift in the sea
They forgot they were once part of cliffs
And as they sink
Though they know the centuries separated their reunion,
They realize they’ve always been the bottom of the sea

We strolled together through one
Of several of my old elementary schools
Walked, amongst the infantile emotions.
A locus of extremes
My saddest childhood memories haunt there
Being a new student in a school that rejected Me
My happiest childhood memories live there too
Riding bikes in summer day-care
We had free range of the empty campus
We used to eat our lunch
Perched, up in a tree
4 best friends
We each had our spots
Cradled by the freedom of summer
As I climbed it now
Like a sloth in the tree where it was born
To show you where I used to sit
The best of all the spots,
I came to a horrible realization,
The three had apparently grown too large,
My throne had been murdered by some *******
Cut down in the street
Le roi est mort, vive le roi.
I try to hide my welling tears.
It wasn’t even that high!
I always hated that ******* school.