hoshi- response-1- beyond the Ash rains

What have you known of loss

That makes you different from other men?

    -Gilgamesh

I know loss,

Yet the loss you speak of

Is a stranger

 It has not come yet

But it will soon enough

And from my arms it will rip

Their very breath

And I will watch as they do so.

One day it will come for me

It will snatch my last essence

From this earth, and its people.

When I leave, I will forget

In turn people will remember

Only for a while

One, two or three generations

Because I have never done

Much to be remembered

In death or in life

If people forget, so be it

But I ask, that they remember

Stories of our ancestors

Stories I love more 

than stories of myself

Because these are stories to be remembered.