Poems  From Tuscarora
Memento Mori in Five Syllables

Something awful may
Happen tomorrow.
Some terrible thing
May be waiting for 
Mourning.  Think on this:

The car you leave in
Never arrives.  The
Voices you hear are
Whispering lies.  The
Hankie you touch to
Your lips fills with blood.

Think of the skull on
The mantle.  Ponder
Boethius et al.
Turn Terror away,
Make today quiet,
Humorous and good.
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