In time this rime will stir uncounted minds
Each line, each sign shall point another path,
Yet every freight of wonder in whirlwinds
Will answer in bellows like absence's wrath.
And so here I save the unborn a key;
An eye to look upon epochs long past
And gaze with love at time's loved hemlock tree
To fathom all that is deceased did last.
They will say times were varied and diverse,
They will speak of context so as to speak
The world was different on a faded hearse,
They will not give you the mild words you seek,
Remember then we were mortal and thus,
In each profound creation, you are us.