Untitled (#19)

Faces painted on walls
Dripping with grime
Faces etched in stone
More grimace than lime

In a gin and tonic
That numbs so little
The cracked and faded
Grins we whittle

As we drift ever deeper
Into backlit dreams
Of little challenged
Rhymes and memes

I am here, that, too
And as the grinding wail
Of steel on steel
Punctures the silence
I too, fade, fail

Jubilee, 2018-02-19