8 x 12 = 84
2020
Gardens, bays
My name would not be remembered
Minds in a maze
Like a circus we entered
Filled with heads seven to forty
A bat-winged butterfly spread over a field
No taxing fee
For the indefinite yield
12 years in each skull
United in a sixth
6 years to be sure it wasn’t dull
All 96 moments adrift
Those years passed faster than that day
Kevin, Leroy, Jordan, Harry
What else could I say?
Nothing short of a burden to carry
Was I the one they’d have to bury?