Conventional Phraseology

Back in the human mind again,

The signs of half a dozen words,
Not here to comfort you this time,

To tell you your last parting’s brief.
Your briefer partings are all sleep.
Once body’s beaten back to clay,

You can’t stay when you can’t be made,
And you are all in the making,
Unlike us that you pound to dust

To startle later kinds of you
Who will find you noble and wise
Despite opinions they despise,

Since they’ll be even wiser then,
Keeping your us in mind again.