Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Mere Humanity (or Misplaced Confidence) - NaPoWriMo 19/30

“Memento mori,”
quoth the skull from
beneath its soil pulpit,
a chorus squirming,
affirming its words with
wriggling genuflections.
The unavoidable domicile,
the inevitable employment of earth;
for all your sense of self-sufficience,
the hillock still steadily rises,
looming to doom and deftly annul
the self-confidence mankind devises.

1 comment:

  1. Great word play, sound play, and some heavy content handled well. An epic sense to this one. Thank you for sharing...