get used to it

the world
shakes loose
the dead, making
room for more.
more of me
more of you,
more of them.
a tree shedding
leaves,
the crops
being mowed
down, harvested
and plowed
over.
even the memory
of who are
in time fades
gets swept away
with more. it's
the way it is,
get to used
to it, it's what
we came
here for.