Eulogy

i was going to tell you my story....
....then the reporters came searching and sniffing for a story to tell turning well worn words into nearly missed intentions
....then the doctors came probing with cold calculated instruments calibrated to exact tolerances surgically removing the color from the pictures i've lost
....then the diggers came rooting and shoveling moving earth and twisting landscapes that had been in my memory
....then the preachers came to proclaim with holy words that the devil was responsible for the diggers, the reporters and the doctors....
so when you have the time stop by, drop a flower or two and wonder if anyone really knew a damn thing about me