Mememto Mori: Remember My Death
By John Hill Rogers
I will recall the times I left myself undone.
Make my final moment a spark discharging
as the product of my days.
Memento Mori.
I cursed the rain, I wished for drought, cursed
the heat, wished for cold.
Will I remember the weather
when I am dying?
Memento Mori.
Harmonize the curses and
the wishes. Something in D minor to
evoke endings, a voicing of the death chord
that harkens my electrons to gather.
With the same voice
I call myself home.
My last breath I offer to the ravenous
future and its hungry mouth
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