the water is still and smooth in the pool

and the bee floats gracefully

wings waterlogged, pollen drifting away

but it breaks, ripples, splashes-

   as children, laughing, jump in

and the bee is swept away, away

   down the drain

and oh, the octopus holds a knife in each hand

but the cat scoffs,

   you’re one short

but the cat is curious, too curious

and the octopus has done its job well

and the cat is swept away, away

   out to sea

but oh, the night is silent and dark

and the people are careless

stumbling far from streetlights

   shadows lurking in alleyways

and the body is swept away, away

   up to the sky

_moriturism __(n.)- a tiny jolt of awareness that someday you will die _