Slippage

Welcome to the New World.
That strange and altered place.
Where history is written,
the way it deserves to be.
Not some satisfactory morsel.
Wolfed down all the way.
But a pointer to ragged recollections.
Played on a tenon saw.
Take heart, truth will be heard-out.
In some wilderness.
Where it spreads to the cities.
Then finally to the broken places.
Farms forgotten for so long.
And red skeletons of former industries.
Welcome to the New World.
Sailing away to some
long forgotten shore.
Waves lapping on a pebble beach.
Sunlight in your eyes.
Moonlight closing down.