Do you ever wonder
If when you die
You’re really just paralyzed?
If you’re still in there?
Maybe we can feel ourselves
Decomposing
As our bodies are slowly invaded
By maggots,
And other insects,
Crawling and eating our flesh
Turning our once homes
Into unrecognizable things,
Into a carcass.
And in one thousand years,
We’ll be discovered,
And out of empty eye sockets we’ll look up,
at the future-humans who look at us,
With questioning eyes,
Questions we had the answer to once,
And maybe could remember,
If only we still had control.