By god of retention, here I speak
Lives of brain-dead. Mothers
Is their source. World is their object.
Life is their challenge, futile.
By ‘can’t help it’, here I speak
Memories of corpses live. Fathers,
Blame exempt. God’s consultants
Of life. Gifted fortune givers.
By ‘loved and lost’, here I cry
My cognition and folly,meaning
Of life’s receptacles errant,
And purposes high.
Do you hear me?