Worlds Don’t Collide, They Multiply

By Ashwak Hauter 

I felt left behind 

eclipsed 

cast aside 

my shadow spread across two worlds, 

they don’t mind. 

 

You would reel me back 

I would take you in 

hear you out

you try 

I charge 

you run, run, run 

demand, leave Me dry.   

 

Take me to the ruins, I plea  

your world is not mine 

mine is not here, you see 

its real, its within 

yours for the win. 

 

They line us up 

cage our kind 

no body’s a border across country line. 

It’s random! 

It’s absurd! 

they don’t mind. 

 

Camus gave the stranger’s footprints a sign, 

It was time! 

It was time! 

It was time! 

 

They have names and history 

mental order, disability 

We have faith, and mystery,

explosive genes,

Don’t die, 

Don’t die,

Don’t kill! 

 

We take take take 

We hide behind veils, we break break break  

their insides, call their soul to push back

we’re under attack,  

It’s absurd! 

It’s random!

in God we lack. 

 

Single file 

mouth wide open

don’t free, just hold 

wrist slap, 

they came to save 

to find our soul,

make our map.

 

With a 10 blade some forceps 

they hunt our past 

Our bodies lay not in cast

Our souls wait, 

Wait….wait….wait 

 

You don’t have to choose 

You have a name 

A time 

You invent when you lose 

a place, a mother 

you mourn, you claim, 

 

worlds don’t collide 

one’s gap, is another’s cry 

we body, we modify 

cells divide, they multiply.

 

It’s random,

it’s absurd,

there are limits to what they do, 

there is God, 

 

You don’t have to choose 

You have a name 

A time 

You invent when you lose 

a place, a mother 

you mourn, you claim

there are limits to what you do 

there is God,  

you pray, 

you don’t die.

 

Ashwak Hauter is a Yemeni-American writer, anthropologist, and poet.