When Death Becomes Me (Part 2) Poem by Shueyb Boyer

Let white cotton sheets be all you see
No need to put a box in a box
So just let white cotton sheets Lie
Or sleeping dogs,
Whatever! ?
Your opinion or troubles no longer matters
In their speech they will say
He stood 5 ft
But when they take their last stare
They will see
He lies 20 feet
But that’s not deep
Or is it?
No! ?
Okay then, Let me proceed
I once lay in my mother arms
Now it’s with plants, flowers, weeds and their seeds
The shortest tree looks down at me
But their roots laugh and joke with me
And worms! ?
Worms feast with me
And we toast with black gold
To me of course
Still not deep enough?
Alright then you wait…
When Death Becomes ME
I will be Peace… and Freedom…
And I will reign or be reign,
Until I flood the earth cleanse the world
And then I will rise at my mothers’ feet.