What If I Sleep… Poem by beibee beibee

what if i sleep
slumbering from ethereal space
to eternity and choose my portion
in the ben of dusty crevices unperturbed
by the cries and joys of mortal men

oblivious of what goes on where i
once occupied and become a condiment
in the kitchen of carnivorous worms
where continental dishes of cadaverous
foods are cooked and chewed


what if i sleep
and your wake-up call sounds so distant
dim and unheard and in the sea
of wails and tears and chest-beating

my hands dropp hopelessly
as a final note of capitulation
will i live on in your heart?