Down Beneath

an answer to the question: what if?

I wish
that I were a termite
so that I could disappear
somewhere beneath the vast
cool endless chasms of the earth,
So that I could fade from eyes that watch
like dogs at hunt in the wide sable stretch of night.
And maybe if I really tried to burrow deep,
maybe they would forget my scent
and they would forget my look
and maybe if I’m lucky
they’ll all forget,
In short time,
that I ever
was