Memento Mori

[kkieran]

Memento Mori
 
the great equalizer
of the final frontier -
        quiet as the hawks and harriers
        sent to carry our bones
        to the bed we have made
(go to sleep and good night,
there is no need for mourning)
 
the mute seraph
white stork
stole your soul
gave you to Gaia
(a biennial bairn)
for her costume garden
 
the mathematicians
and realists and bankers
wonder if there is an art to dying
 
the zealots and Baptists
and Mormons are deifying
their casserole allegories
 
the extent of language -
narrowed by the egotists
what can't be said
should be sung 
(when there aren't any words
then we can just hum)
 
charging towards
the great mirage
(constructs of wishful wishing)
assuming that space is vast enough
to hold our needs
night after night
we stare at stars
and wish away their
credibility
 
Capitalism-
our sacred puppeteer
selling the rights
to eternal life
(and acres on the moon, too)
the rich are buying their
legacies with life insurance
policies
 
Poe inspired poets lie
awake in the rustling night
dreaming of dying,
and romanticize lying
in her sepulchre
there by the sea
 
but as is our arrival -
we depart without
station.
to go (or not go)
somewhere (or nowhere)
captivated (still)
by our own (unassuming)
impression