leave things alone

leave things alone
they will
take care of themselves
no one will remember you
at some point
even now who remembers you
when you were young
leave nothing behind
for death to devour
cemeteries are quiet
their stories are silent
only the wind listens
the wooden boxes are
full of  echoes
sealed in time
the dead at rest
still in rows
like all the rest
can you see
how the world
still grapples
to keep you in line
mother-world
do what I say
leave things alone