The Department of Memory

What stays behind 
Falling above the fold 
When the fold is a crease 
To tear away that which 
Will be forgotten 
It is no static project 
A moment, defined by defense 
Of that inoffensive indicator 
Of how the reality in the 
Department Head can be 
Drawn to, as by a straight 
Line, by that which will be 
Saved. All else is lost.