The poem is a single question: "can you remember someone when they already die?" The title, "kin," tells us the person in mind is family, or at least someone very close, and the untitled "* * *" marking suggests the thought arrives without any lead-up. That bareness is the point. There is no story, no scene, just a speaker turning over a hard idea.
The odd grammar, "when they already die," makes the question sound halting and unpolished, as if the speaker is searching for words, or perhaps writing in a language that isn't their first. Judging by the wording, the speaker seems unsure whether memory still works once a person is truly gone. Does remembering mean holding on to them, or does it only prove they are absent?
The mood is quiet, vulnerable, and unresolved. Because the poem gives no answer, the question hangs there, and the reader is left to sit with it, maybe thinking of someone of their own.