Bamian Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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.