We’re The Heirs Of Our Parasites… Poem by Usman Hanif

One day the mankind would perish
Rotting under the foliage of the dying trees
Leaves would shed and bury them
Without saying any prayer or any funeral
And the wind would whisper the elegies
Into their ears who breathed in it…

Silence would prevail throughout
And would soon become the nuisance
For the cadavers buried inside
They would start getting up in their graves
Death would’ve to endure life
Death would itself become life
The dead would then die again
And bury themselves again into life
And the mankind would keep on sprouting
From the remnants of the consumed flesh…

The blood would start gushing in the soil
Nurturing the birthed earth…
And soon the earth would come into life
Having mankind as its parasite
Like whom we call parasites now
Are our true ancestors…
And we ignore their existence like a forgotten realm
We’d soon understand when we’d also be shooed off…

9-04-2009