Recirculating Hearse

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 all the watchers
Of a group of souls
Whose name we can’t discuss
And I suppose
It did come down
For the rest of the slave owners
Hellbent on not paying up