What If? Poem by Moz Rauf

What If by chance,
Or a skip of a revolution
It all comes to an end
And I find a resting spot
Not perched and awaiting
On that great tree of eternity?

Would they say that they’d known a man
They miss whilst they drink
Or tie their tired spirits
To that wild steed of laughter
Running mad and empty
Treading fears and empty hopes?

Would all the woman I’d loved,
Think about me sometimes
After making mad mad love
That they owed to me
And believe that the world they breathe in
Is godless and cruel
As my biter untamed expression?

Or would I simply be replaced
Forgotten and buried
By another soul
Who would dance and sing
Oblivious to its end?