Whose Job Is It?

A poem in honor of Yom Kippur, good for thinking about what you'd hate to leave undone in these world:

Whose job is it?

There are those
who deal with death
for a living.

Undertakers bury the body.
Lawyers examine the will.
Insurance agents support
the family left behind.

But whose job is it
to sift through the poetry
the decades of journals
the urgent revelations
scribbled onto torn
corners of used papers?