After the Forgetting

They are older now of course, fat tabby cats are living longer, mountains wear down and trees spring up as tall as ever. The planet caught a disease; we can't recall when or where. The sky is getting closer to the ground - I notice things. Few are found. Many remain. They have forgotten. I see them all. We used to call the old ones 'Alzheimer' victims, now we are all one wound. They live in a world not yet drenched with the blood-soaked gore of our own memories - how we envy them.