Karma Chromosome Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

I had a dream where karma was explained and all the people I knew were intertwined

There was a forest and everyone I'd known lived in it and I went from door to door

Sometimes they let me in, sometimes the bond was so broken that they would slam it shut

I planted my chromosomes there near the tallest tree

There were chains of names that made me how I am

I wrote down the names

then washed the letters

until they began to shine

I saw all of humanity

enslaved and connected to each other

In a procession that only I could understand

I whispered to slaves how to release themselves

I spoke to kings how to abdicate

I told lovers how to wed

I told children how to run away from their homes

I told soldiers how to ceasefire

Each one causing the next

Each one bound up with the next



I looked for the name that changes mine

And looked if my chain had grown

There in the forest

something hovered

'If you had not done, he would have arrived by now'

I heard it said in the blackened night

A door became ajar

And they welcomed me in.