Even If Poem by zama ashley helebe

Even if…

My heart ceases to pump
And Air I breath out
Is halted from coming back
Bouncing and pumping
Will be the Air inside me
On top of words

Even if…
I visited the bridge
Between homeless and
Housed deceased
Waiting there while They
Bit by bit decomposed
My body parts
Though the process
What they can’t be able to find
Is my words

Even if…
I become rotten
With my high class wooden house
While resounding with the earth
My bones will be still strongly
With scraps and dents
But genuine with
Vowels and consonants