Country not for old men
Do old people just
wither and quietly pass away
Or do they do so with a
lot of fanfare
Is it a slow symphony
that dies
Or an orchestra that
climaxes and then doesn't really end
How does one distinguish
the drama from the real story
What is the story
between the lines of a grave
Prolonged, painful
illness or an exit in sleep
And where do memories
reside
The past is irrefutable,
unchangeable in its existence
Yet completely malleable
in its interpretation
Where do memories reside
Are they deep within,
unstirred, or do they stir up like ashes when there is a breeze
How much of the present
includes the past
How much of it indicates
the future
And how much of this is
known to us
And then there are genes
[from rambling of an itinerant]
Acknowledgment: Drafted with Alya Mian. Inspired by T.S. Eliot's 'four quartets'.
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