The Golded Rush

There was a lot of nothing left here,

in this field,

in a frontier that was once considered uncharted territory,

but had now been charted in full,

and we were set somewhere off the grid,

in separate orbits even

They would ask me to give your eulogy one day,

because everyone knew that I knew you better than everyone else,

but that didn't say very much about me,

so much as it did you

And when they knocked on the red door here,

at the front of this Victorian,

I would remind them that I was not the one,

that I was one of many of yours

and I had nothing good to say about you,

not nothing,

but nothing contemporary

because we had not known of each other,

we had not stood in this field,

in my territory,

for scores and scores

and I had no interest in a new manifest