Crashing Numbers Poem by Atef Ayadi

here are my assumptions:
most people are like bacteria,
living in building and destroying mode,
eat anything possible, aye at anything,
and yay whatever, and whenever possible,
transform something into something else,
or turned it into nothing or rubbles. they are robots,
do not stop,
and
never ask themselves why i am doing this?
who,
or what am i?
that type of step further platonic
multiple and socratic inquiries.
too civilized to ask a dump good and fool question.
others are like viruses, and sophisticated parasites.
the rest is a minority that is being tagged,
named,
questioned for a while as the fungi.
well,
the fungi are everywhere, that makes these people everywhere.
what a boring universe?
the good news!
it is the civilization domain.
and before this era,
mushroom are eatable and are good for
a shaman. i mean the family doctor in the savanna, or the amazon.