If Not You In These Grand Hotels Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

IfNot You In These Grand Hotels


If notyou
There wouldn't be,
these hums of the natural orders,

the flowers that are strewn
blooming everywhere,
the insects crawling on leaves,
and beasts of life,

These eyes
as this fresh morning arrives,

Everyday that exist
or regretting, letting you go,

Summarily we walk through
these fields,
as creators,
and creations of life,

in which surviving must
mean as grief while it lasts,

In these great hotel,
of like a great feast,

And wastes like these hangovers,
and restless sleep.