Assumption: Or, you better poison the death. by Sanju Clement

without giving to the living ones
to reflect or to forgive,
to correct or to bleach off
your war crimes or vices

the holy oblivion will put
an eternally overtaking gear
to e-race or to erase
such hateful,
intercontinental venom-
weaving soulless spiders,

from the gloriously growing
screen, script, literature and tradition.
from a noiseless-day on . . . .

they will never ever get
a good birth or a good death
a good burial or an e-salvation

in any lip, in any ear, in any eye,
in any road-name, in any story, in any song
or, in any holy-dust/ash.

oh, leave all those . . . .
but, the unhappy truth is that

they will never ever get
that name ‘Human.’

Ancient people called such births . . . .
evolved-animals, wasted-births
or, rejected-dusts from the DNA
of Paradise.

Oh, come on and get enlightened
ye crestfallen sons . . . .

Evolutions failed mankind
with daydream, allusions, bullshit
and Trumped-up story.
Revolutions revived mankind
with reality, civilizations, blood
and Promethean-fire.

So, choose heavenly wisdom,
you can’t poison the death.

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