Fruitless

Memory made of a thousand pieces,
Making faces,
Making places.
Shattering and gathering,
Gathering and Shattering.
Scattering, spattering, muttering
To ourselves.
A memory,
A face,
A place.
A pace, a pace, a pace.
Away from the dead,
Away from the grave,
The cave, the wave
Of pain, of outrage, of rave.
My memory I lost,
Leaving a stain,
From bodies slain,
Insane.
Gathering pieces,
In vain.