Treasure Island

Hassanal Abdullah

(April 14,1967 / Bangladesh)

When God is Dead


When God is dead
I will swim in the river.
I will play football
And get a lot of fans
To cheer for it.

When God is dead
I will climb the big tree up
In Forest Park
Near my house
And kill all the squirrels
To save my garden of vegetables.

When God is dead
I will eat a tuna fish sandwich
And five fry cockroaches
As side order
And ask you guys to rethink
About Mosses, Jesus,
Mohammed, and Krishna
For whom you have been killing
Each other for centuries.

When God is dead
I will stop writing poems
And believe me, my lady
I will be in a bed with you
For three consecutive days and nights
Without saparating.


Translated from the Bengali by the poet

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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