To Late Ah Din

Clanging for told his time one day
One event no delay
The rest of time he has, the rest
He knows the place he'll fill
Lain flat beneath the till,
Where time withers where time once was.
Now our answer must satisfy
The question in the stony eye:
We are the living telling now
Place roaming laurel on his brow
Knows question's answer now.

What happens to life when time is to die?
He understands Death; soon You, soon I.