LIFE IS IMMATERIAL

Only those lives

that are written

are remembered

for awhile.

Oh, there are lives

of now nameless

that are birthed again

from their decayed bones,

their fleshless faces

renewed

with sculptor's clay,

scholars point

from their enamel

where they grew

and where they spent

their years

until death

whose cause

they ascertain

- but this

is not life,

but the scaffolding

of life,

and life

took place

in that now empty skull

& skulls

of loved ones;

more testing of bones

might bring relatives to the fold,

but none bring 

friends and lovers

when a life went unwritten

or written, became ash or dust.

For the essence

of each life

is immaterial.

14.11.2025