F W Finney
Memento Mori - Poem by F W Finney
And if it were tonight
the house would imitate me
in its soliloquy, while the cats listened
for lizards and the dogs dreamt
of bipeds in black.
And if it were tomorrow morning
most of the world would not be mourning.
So if a bell were to ring
or a clock were to stop- just
chance, neglect, coincidence.
Yet the worms they bring
are as real as red- this is what
the whimpers said- now rest your eyes
and touch one.
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