Rigor Mortis

Momento Mori - Remember you will die.
A poem I wrote for my English class, again. The topic was Momento Mori.

Rigor Mortis

A streak of brown coffee,
Harshly vandalising a
Pure expanse of creamy
white porcelain;
I wash it, scrub it,
Chemical white foam
On a rough grey sponge.
Scrub, rub,
Gnaw away at that
Little brown streak.
And it fades

Into streams of steaming,
metallic water.
Into the drain,
Away to the sea,
Lost in those gentle
Risings of salty water
Swept by violent wind
To dissolve with
Mute, lovesick mermaids.

Much like this life.

Born as milk and beans.
Ripened by warm
Sunlight, soil.
Blended, stirred
Into a rich concoction
And swept away
Into the cold,
Dark sea, and
Lost to nature.

Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.