The notorious stubbornness

The histories of reticent
men perch upon the
pedestal of poetic memory,
(the tiny figment of love
that buzzes around as
a fly while you thoughtlessly
sip tea) akin to insurgencies
validated by advantageous
advantages (those lives you
took blindspotted by your
shadows). Their histories cling
on to their fused, wrinkled
monuments desperately;
the marrow of humans
gluing them together.

These memorials are fragile;
they will repeatedly crackle
in silent futures as bones of their
monuments relive again and
again, their poetic memories
(reliving for example the
artistic splash of color or
the pinpointedness of moles).