ANONYMOUS

you will not
remember
the old man
who worked
this place,
who was
taken
like any
other,
first
by air
and then
by earth,
who was
dissolved,
bone and blood,
tear and twinkle
into this dream
of gods
and melded
forever
with earth
and sky --

you will not
recall
his name,
his face,
his peculiar ways,
his goodness
or what was
evil in him,
you will know
nothing of
his truth
or his lies --
the battles
he fought
and won
and lost
will be
no more
interesting
to you
than any
stranger's
mundane life

and that
is just
okay

but then,
what else
can it be?