Memento Mori (Lori Silveira)

Memento Mori

by Billy Collins



There is no need for me to keep a skull on my desk,

to stand with one foot up on the ruins of Rome,

or to wear a locket with a sliver of a saint's bone.



It is enough to realize that every common object

in this small sunny room will outlive me---

the mirror, radio, bookstand and rocker.



Not one of these things will attend my burial,

not even this battered goosenecked lamp

with its steady, silent benediction of light,



though I could put worse things in my mind

than the image of it waddling across the cemetery

like an old servant, dragging the tail of its cord,

the small circle of mourners parting to make room.