The future’s fiction and the past a stone

Although to us the past may seem well known
Reading in the library or the net
The future’s fiction and the past has gone

We cannot hear the murdered as they groan
We cannot meet the folk our mothers met
And yet to us, the past may seem well known

Visit the old street which you called home
See the house now strangers’ habitat
The future’s fiction and the past has gone

See the Synagogues’ and Mosques’  fine stone
Infinite our perspectives and the facts
And  absent thought, the past may seem well known

See the Vatican  where pigeons roam
Showing like the demons, lack of tact
The future’s fiction and the past has gone

Yet, in the  timelines of our facial web
The past is here and not with  people dead
Although to us the past’s imagined, known
The future’s fiction and the past a stone