Memento Mori
 
An ambulance howls like a hurt cat;
parts traffic as Moses did the waves.
Worms burrow in awaiting graves.
A police car buzzes like a gnat.
 
Stuck in a jam of steaming cars,
I contemplate how life transforms
in moments. How they wait, those worms,
so patiently, for us, for ours.
 
Richard Fleming

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Richard Fleming would be pleased to hear them.