Global Columbarium

The mind searches through the rest
Of the brain, a wave of fire
On the screen, desperately

Hunting through memory’s ash
For the thing it thought lived here.
In theory, you can construct

What happened from whatever
You have left, but delusion
Isn’t so much a moral

Or scientific crisis
As it is conflagration
And dementia, entropy

Held at bay for a lifetime
Rising in a flood of fire
To be absolutely sure

That whatever you learned
Is thoroughly burned. Bodies
Change the atmosphere to bone.