Forgetting to Death

We are constant

in forgetting

the way

cats shed

and we brush

lint that once

was

integral fabric

from our pantleg

we move on

walking,

and remember

Death before bed:

"The old guard's dying out,"

says the patriarch

under his breath

wondering who

will take up

the carving knife

next,

he can't name

the grandchildren yet

and the cloud

across his face

reminds us

his son has flown away

for untold seasons

and he wants

to forget

03.11.2025

Isabel Allende challenge @dctezcan