Memento Mori

The remembrance of death came at noon
on an overcast day
without any kind of disguise
Birds kept on singing
shadows on the street did not waver
but kept on dancing
and time did not stood still
Yet it had arrived

This was not the kind of place
that left survivors behind
The time that I had left was now
then it would be gone
and the silence of the birds would not follow
only one shadow less dancing on the streets
while somewhere someone is crying
after their very first breath
and then
no one knew