Vanitas Death

Head on a platter,

Wreath on a skull.

Rolling tobacco,

Noose left to burn.

Saved up old letters-

And a blue satin dress-

Are all that is left

Of the vanitas death.

Rise up from the ashes!

Buried in the sand,

Broken pocket-watches

Tell time at the end.

Candles have blown out

The moralist story-

No life without worry,

Memento Mori.