Second Death

If not for photos, your face would be a blurred palette

Of paints that don’t match and whose

Blend has created something not human

If not for videos, your voice would be lost in

The cacophony, blended with all the rest

Unintelligible from the background noise

Your first death, long ago when your body passed

This is your second death, when your memory 

Fades into a feu follet