My post is known, but I’m long gone, A ghost before the break of dawn. No wounds, no leave, no curtain call, Just vanished boots and protocol.

I let you rank your closest friends, With flashing pages, the fun won’t end. Music played the moment you came, Yet now I’m but a forgotten name.

I hummed in your pocket but breathe no air, My reels spun songs for you anywhere. Once a companion on roads untold, Now I sit silent, forgotten and cold.

They named you first, and held their aim, A word you wore, but never claimed. It clung like ash, like iron flame- And now you bear the shape of it.

They chose your claim before you knew, A symbol carved to amplify reach. They lit the iron, and pressed it through- Now you’re the sign they used to preach.