what would life be like if death was repetitive
if i could die today and wake up three days later
would i make make it a habit of dying
would i be addicted to dying like nicotene on my lips
would i miss my purpose by the time i wake up to another life
would i forget the life i lived before death kissed me
would death be so real or maybe called a long dream
would my loved ones attend my funeral with sobbing tears
running down their hearts
would people say i have been to heaven and question me about it
would there even be a need for cemeteries
would i return to life younger than i went to the valley of death
how many of us would truly appreciate life if we could die more than once
would we wage war with our enemies if we knew that death
was a three to six weeks rest
would religion be of comfort to people?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem