Bamian
“Nothing for respecting
Was buried like a dog
To avoid the stench.”
Said the prisoner
(An Afghan refugee)
Left Bamian when twelve,
Became a great wrestler,
With life and illegality.
After a better future ran
With friends, as a gang
Home, culture and age
All the same.
Crossed the roads
Water, mountains
And shot from behind
Running, a companion
“He died
There and then
On borders”
“Buried like a dog! ! !
That is all.”
Except for
He was arrested
In prison, a murderer.
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