Revived bitterness
is unnecessary unless
    One is ignorant.

To-morrow will be
Yesterday unless you say the
    Days of the week back-

Ward. Last weeks’ circus
Overflow frames an old grudge. Thus:
    When you attempt to 

Force the doors and come
At the cause of the shouts, you thumb
    A brass nailed echo.

I don’t know what about this poem, but for some reason I like it. Though, I find difficulty in figuring out whats going on and what it’s trying to say. At the beginning, it feels sad for some reason, and then at the second stanza it sounds accepting of its fate, then the 3rd stanza sounds sarcastic? Like it’s trying to make you angry, like it’s trying to rip into you. And then the final stanza feels angry, like its the one that’s shouting at us.