Memories. Poem by Ripper Jones

Where does memory go
When it's finished with the moment -
Is it tossed away?
Is there an island in the universe
That collects them, files them;
And all the innocence and experience
Is housed thus.
Millions of years of memories -
Of pets that have people
They have known and loved,
Places where they remember instances
Of beasts of burden that can't answer back -
Yes, the bestial has to have its slot.
Human memories of time passed -
Gone forever but set in amber.
Where is the energy,
The fundamental life force;
Gone forever at death
To the eternal depth of mystery that remains
After science has drawn a plough
Through fields of Ardath.
The eternal memory has to be stored
In non-neurological temporal space -
Destined never to be seen,
But to exist separately from fairy people
Who inhabit only imaginary spaces
Away from the reality of existence
Which laughs at us through the absurdity
Of lifes enigma, the celestial joke
Where we avoid madness by non-thinking
Of the death that is inevitable.
The great leveller leaves behind
Anguish and joy in unequal measures -
The energy of a quadrillion memories,
Wails and shouts at the injustice -
Cursing the final destiny that robs
The very coffers of existence -
Walls ablaze in the deepest recesses
Of esoteric caves where mysterious animals
Of the human race dwell and think
Of life's mysteries and Gods
That dwell above and beyond.
Testing, corrupting, materialism -
The defiler of the spiritual angst that gnaws
At the boundaries of safety
The wine dark seas of ancient Greece
Populated by monsters and ruled by Poseidon
Untrammelled by science and reason.
So much the easier
To forget.