All Times Are Not One

What is to be done?
No, not that one. Why
Will be done, on Earth
As it has been done,
Not quite what was done?

Why will be done things
That are so near things
That were done and done
Well, so much the same
We’ll say they’re the same?

When you’re dead you’re not
Done. For you, you weren’t.
For the rest, you shift
As they shift and sift,
You’re all you’re to them.

When you’re done, you’re gone,
You weren’t, not to you,
But, this time, too, not
To them. To the world.
What we can’t know is

Just what we can’t know,
Which is where things go,
Once they’ve gone for good.
For good leaves no scars,
No marks in the stars.