ENOUGH

ENOUGH

I feel I might make it
might just have enough

so hold off on all those bandages
banging me up
in some sarcophagus

and there to leave me
at absolute ebb
just ticking over

a thousand years of sand
until my tomb is opened
by explorers from what
is now
the world’s new
great superpower

and when they wake me,
scene from your classic
Hammer horror
and despite my own
true self I do indeed
death curse them

though hardly moving
with the grace
and the fluency
of Mr Muhammad Ali

and they
having survived —
who knows what calamities
the cosmos, the planet
their own
grievous species stupidity
happened to
inflict upon them

walking into this death trap
just in order
to find me
take
a selfie with me
get to know me better

take a few crucial
vital measurements
and get
their Ph Ds.