Crumbling to Monolithic

I know some who
when faced with their demise
scream and flail most impressively  
 
And then there's me
I stare it down and wax wordy
assuming I decide to speak at all
 
I'm no better than you  
if I cry silently  
or refuse to believe my demise
 
Like you I'm lost to useful  
conversation  
or other socialization  
 
It's artism-now  
as my pun head poetic  
I can't lift a finger to brush hair  
or tie shoes
 
If you eat my food  
you'll be singing the blues
but that assuming I manage to  
do anything at all.
 
If you are the sun
the sun in my sky
still I'll move heaven and earth
 
You can hiss and cuss for my name
and curse on yourself for the same
but in the end  
our love will bury  
 
everything  
that  
crumbled...
 
down  
 
to  
 
monolithic