Day of the Dead

How many moments are recorded,
 weighted,
documented
decided
where are the places where we die?
sicken plagued by drought, war torn, uncounted
by a funeral per weekend,
noted as one of a hundred
by a universal bandstand
by a gentle wind and a final baby crying, starved
small, again, tribute one by one



Some places have a long mourning
some have a long buried byway
walked roads of burial
where will it end
a child
a father
a screaming mother?
will it ever
ever
be noticeably enough?