Wasted Wealth

Grappling uneasily with memory I sing a song to make it clear If a building is my mind being hollowed out Many stories, many rooms Then I'm an aging shell propped up in slow decay Forgetting all I had too soon Lost wisdom Roaring in the traffic Under looming tombstone sign Summoning memory Did something start here? Wild salmon in the reeds Glowing flooring was sleeping under trees From business experiment to living place Built on darkness blossoming White stag, rare and alone and dead In the wrong place at home Grappling uneasily with wasted wealth A tall memorial shines