The Archive...

On an endless pasture, somewhere,
A shepherd minds his flock;
They nibble here and then there,
Could anyone be taking stock?

In a cosmopolitan city, somewhere,
A face is singed with shock;
Only a few do his thoughts share,
As he reckons with an epoch.

In the romantic idyll, somewhere,
She's worn her best frock;
At her door, he tidies his hair,
Should he really knock?

On a college campus, somewhere,
He cringes as they do mock;
Will the world be just and fair?
Are they dreams in a doc?

At the end of a sea, somewhere,
Their vessel was at a dock;
Was it the end of the nightmare?
Or, would they be under a lock?

Beyond any revision or repair,
Like wind etchings on rock,
Life's recorded with much care,
As the hands move, tick, tock...