Death: A sleep, asleep.

If death be (as it says

in ancient, sacred words)

a sleep---

Does it perhaps on

darkened earth recline 

its weary head,

at home with worms 

and feeding germs

the soil to make its bed?

Or could it be 

that death does dream

upon the tear-soak'd pillow

of those who weep

for those asleep, 

wet with liquid sorrow?

Death may indeed

take its rest

while laying on its side, 

wrapped in blankets

of the grave, dark as

silent minds.