Gerontocracy

Visited by ghosts,
unholy hosts to yesterday,
with resurrected symbols,
making thimble-deep conjecture
into psychotropic nectar,
where old fading folks,
for token gestures,
trade away the days
they won’t see anyway,
except as sorry spectres
that will haunt tomorrow’s
hollow architecture.

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