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2:37 pm, Thursday, 20 October 2016
Qayyum

His heart has stopped.
 1
 
 
He was
 2
in a place of marble, glass, concrete.
 3
 
 
The man
 4
is transported to a mosque,
 5
washed, cleaned, put into a box
 6
the box is about the size of the man.
 7
 
 
He had been given last prayers,
 8
and everyone huddled him
 9
to a land of a lot of human-sized boxes
 10
and buried there.
 11
 
 
For some reason,
 12
he was always kicked
 13
out of the soil,
 14
everyday.
 15
 
 
They tried to buried it anyhow,
 16
thinking something may excavate him
 17
but it still happens.
 18
 
 
They tried to put it into a concrete box
 19
but still -
 20
 
 
it happens.
 21
 
 
So what they can do?
 22
They try to bury it somewhere else.
 23
That also did not work.
 24
 
 
Now every inch of soil rejected him,
 25
so what can they do?
 26
 
 
Someone thought of putting him in his building,
 27
that one with the marbles, glass, concrete.
 28
After all, if he is living,
 29
he would be happy with it.
 30
 
 
So, they set to work.
 31
 
 
They cut a section of marble floor out
 32
to excavate the soil
 33
 
 
They discovered
 34
the soil is actually concrete
 35
still, they want to get the job done.
 36
 
 
The hole is gaping.
 37
Gray, gray hole.
 38
 
 
They put him into it.
 39
 
 
The thing is,
 40
how to 'pour' the marble?
 41
 
 
So they smashed the marble
 42
into smithereens
 43
so that it becomes dust.
 44
 
 
Then, mixed it with a little cement,
 45
lime, sand and water,
 46
so that it becomes a porridge.
 47
 
 
Then, they poured into the concrete box
 48
that marble.
 49
 
 
They flatten it
 50
and voila.
 51
 
 
His body,
 52
in his marble,
 53
in his building.
 54
 
 
Someone thought of putting a stone
 55
to mark him where his body is.
 56
 
 
His stone is placed
 57
and voila.
 58
 
 
Now everyone knows
 59
where his body is.
 60
 
 
If he is living,
 61
he would be happy with it,
 62
so they say.
 63
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sometime later,
 64
one kid in the building
 65
asks his mother,
 66
'is he made of marble?'.
 67
 
 
Then, another kid asks
 68
'are we made of marble?'
 69

Version 1.11: 15 February 2017

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