Sickbed slumber #3 (a poem)

O! The joys of sleeping with a cold, continued…

The ink disappears
as soon as it touches the page
I don’t know how to read destruction
or whatever is happening here

I feel drowsy
Will I fall asleep
before anything happens
or wake up just in time?

Most of these heroes are strangers

The man with the gun
is about to do something awful
but I’m missing every other sentence
so I have no idea what it is

Perhaps the thing to do is sleep
and let it happen

(9 January 2016—posted January 10th)