The Final Oasis

When I reach the final oasis,
the shifting sands having swallowed my trail,
disguising my existence to all
but those who walked with me.

Will I stand among my tribe
and watch the generation in my wake
bearing the last vestiges of my memory,
like discarded, rotting offal;
removed from the lean,
sacred cow of history?

Or...is there yet time?
Time to make my mark,
or have my mark made;
saint or sinner,
fame or infamy,
remembrance or...
nothing!