Not This, Not That Poem by Smoky Hoss

Living. Dying.
everyone has lived before,
here and there;
everyone dies, now and then.
- look at all the maps of mankind
run amuk with dots of red, blue and black -
roads, towns, cities and hamlets,
People everywhere; villages without voices;
mountains miles apart
or side by side,
rivers, creeks and streams
flowing in all directions,
lakes and oceans
fields and woods
full of People, living,
or dead.
- why are there no
population signs at the gates to a cemetary?
do they fill too fast?
- life is not this;
and not that;
ditto the dying.
so I look at maps,
with all those impressive symbols
of mankinds great progression.
Not forward.
Not backward.
simply moving,
as the living do...
and the dying wish for
more of.