If I should die,
I wonder how my shape
would rise, and could
the sky remit these lips
for nurturing hasty promises
too shapeless to hold in.If I should die,
I wonder if the winds, too,
would make an excuse to fly
above my head to catch sight
of that white bliss, or sink in
knowing this is all that there is.If I should die,
I wonder how my bones
would rust, or if they might
split and burst into simple
sand as they slowly rise and
bid the world goodnight.
This is kind of creepy, but really good. It’s different from your other poetry. Still love it.
