Poem: True Immortality

Take a little bit of me
when you go
Even as the years go by
and I die twice:
once when my body goes
once when my name is no longer
spoken.
And my words shriveled and burnt
upon the wind.
And yet
everyone who has ever lived
leaves a mark
on the fabric of reality
The quiet tears
that fall on rocky ground
nourishes the life
which comes after.
It will endure through
fire and storm
and scorching rays
of indifference.