by Osman Yousefzada
Bring the dark dust from my feet
I’m coming
Our footprints that intermingled in the past
I’m coming
To protrude forward and create our new cosmos
to heal, to muster up our amulets and potions
I’m coming
To flower and let them feed off me
I’m coming
To germinate and activate my metabolism
to rise each morning when the sun breaks it’s dawn
and each future is new
I’m coming
And when I’m gone… the animals trample over me
and the roots of the plants entangle and sustain off me
I’m coming
When I turn back to see its cycles… its haste
…its speed… its consumption… its harm… its humanity…
I’m coming…