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.