Scythian Triad

Space is a fiction that time generates,
Or, more directly, that change generates.
Tombs are the stories we read in reverse,

Reminding us how change changes with change.
Once someone's dead, we can try to keep them
Still, giving them all of the goods they had,

Packing them in armories of weapons,
Wardrobes of fancy clothes, mansions of graves
Rich with animal art, suggesting life

Itself can be stylized, rigidified,
Immortal for being thus arrested.
But the times change around the grassy mounds

Concealing the slowly rotting remains
Of the temporal imagination.
Brother, without me, there'd be only charm.