It was last time

My guess, a dozen years

I saw what was amazing

That did not last

For no more than eternity

Or an insect's day

And weak in comparison

Where we who live

In the blink of an eye

For the watchers

Of a group of souls

Whose names we can't discuss

And I suppose

It did come down

For the rest of the slave owners

Hellbent on not paying up