Memento Mori Poem by Usman Hanif

Find me in my subliminal home
You'd be found playing
with the children of my neighbors
whom i always tormented...

why don't you fall down
and receive some cut
some permanent cut on yourself
tattooed for life
as an insignia of youth
you'd cherish these days...
and you'd forget my neighbors
whom i always tormented...

but don't enter the home
the home of underground...
the background of our play
'twould fall down upon us
burying us in the graves...
with the crimson skies upon us
he would resurrect us
and again kill us...
'cause we spoiled the play
we fell the house of mine
and the neighbors would laugh
they should laugh, it's their right
'cause these are those neighbors
whom i always tormented...

where are the props?
who'll act like the willow?
the willow that caused rain
the shower of misery upon us
and we'd always laughed it off
we laughed and suffered...
people judged us...
as the happiest creatures ever
and the willow showered its wrath...
oh that mad tree...
I finally had to cut it off...
it fell upon our neighbors
whom i always tormented...

they all perished
you played with the skulls
in the debris of rotten corpses
we only feared from burial
and they've no graves
rotting up in the open
and you are happy! ! !
they aint the toys!
they are real corpses
of our imaginary neighbors
whom i always tormented...

skulls are always bald...
whatever you hide, it falls down
in your feet...
uptil now you didn't speak!
where are your shoes?
where's your life?
why are you rotting among them?
arent you among them?
among those neighbors
the neighbors of my subliminal house!
the neighbors...
whom i always tormented!
I know I always tormented you!

06-05-2008