What's Done's Forever Undone

Still, there's something about change,
Time, that is, that doesn't change,
Weighing and wearing
Us down with its own changes,

Even in its rate of change.
Still, there's something true,
When we catch ourselves

Muttering in a meadow
Bleached yellow and bone
By weeks of drought, this isn't

Ever going to change.
Still, there's something scorched in us,
Something that kept defying
That can't be changed by dying.