with rare exceptions,
the dead are soon
forgotten
grief is followed by
ritual &
rituals are practiced
until their cause is
lost &
repetition is their sole
effect
what does a
memorial of catastrophe
need to remember
forever?
along its crowded
perimeter i experience
subtle forces––
the presence of
secret powers––
i weep
where the names of a
best friend &
his team are cut
into bronze––
i tremble
in the vicinity of my
long annihilated
office on
102
one day, i too will enter
the next truth––
as my dna un-
ravels & my
molecules set out
on new adventures––
when time lets go
of place &
energies are
released into
freedom
we will meet
& roar together
in the non-existent halls
of valhalla––
impossibly conscious,
utterly free