are the boxes of my career that
contain the remnants of my life
and all the passions of that time with
which I had constantly identified;
like the classes I had taken
like the courses I had taught
like the materials I had collected
like the seminars I had attended;
now is gone from my sight and
the sight of others as it has been
tossed and burned in a hasty fashion
as if too embarrassed for it all;
destroying the source of understanding
like some kind of compliance order,
living with its memory and its
relationship to a dead parent whose
trivial nature is not in question;
it is the nature of life and its death
to be honored or unremembered
as new faces, new deed, new ideas
take precedent and we fade away
like a distant setting sun disappearing.
28 September 2020
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