Memento Mori Poem by Jeffrey Obomeghie

Wake me when I am dead
Before they kick the sand in my face
Do not let me go into the good earth
To become feast for the maggot and his race

Curator of nightmares
Bring me your offerings
Let me choose from your bountiful tray
Fears to make me weep until I am gray

I must admit that I fear the things that I do not see
More than the things that I do see
Corpses and monsters
are less frightful than ghosts and ex-wives
A footstep tapping on the stair
The creature panting in its lair
Loneliness does not scare me as much as my friends and family
Because they are unpredictable like tragedy
Death is really more irritating than scary
Like the vegetables we are forced to eat as children

Wake me when I am dead
Do not throw sand at my head
Do not let the mourners in all their froth
wrap me in heroic cloth
By all means, turn me into ashes
Or send me to the fishes
But none of that dust to dust
And spare me that earth to earth