song of the past

[betteroffbad]

in the past people spent their whole lives in one place
and never complained for a minute
if they wanted to remember some loved one's face
they had to walk up and look in it
the dragons had all died a long time before
but people still hung garlic outside the door

the past was a very long time in the past
there was nothing to do but be virtuous
alexander berkman published the blast
but very few people could read like us
the clothes were much tougher but covered in stains
the only entertainment was the greenness after rains