#2,412 Memorials

Death’s space consigns
all to an instantaneous
memory-only [disturbs
of being] – it pauses our
wasting of time – briefly
we look at our living – it
becomes a new caution
to bilk misuse [engage –
re-connect in hope of it
ending with love] – Our
schemes’ll adjust to fill
quick vacuums born by
our less-thought foe – A
ceremony is required to
backfill diggings – Visits
will fall away over years