Timelost Wanderers
Poem - by Davian Aw
on a lonely road
to a city where none of them exist
in any register or memory real
or imagined.
they speak another language there:
a mixture of tongues all equally foreign
and bodies that hint at slight variations
far back in the lineage of humanity.
drab buildings rise to a violent sky
the roads loose-packed with dust
and feathered lizards flitting from window
to window, bursting with colour
against the roiling clouds.
there is nothing familiar
left.
some things come close:
an uncanny valley of nostalgia
dipping into desperate grief,
trying to find a loving face
in the alien crowds, or a home
that exists now only in their heads;
a world gone forever,
forever.