Sidelined
They don't want to stay close to me;
shunned I am like a leper in the streets.
They look at me like a curse or vomit
spat from the heavens by the gods.
Shops, restaurants and hospitals quickly
lock their doors, whenever they hear
or smell me.
They tremble if I mention their names or members
of their household;
they feel like how disloyal ancient Egyptian
noblemen felt when their names were eliminated
from all records; meaning no afterlife...
No one wants to know when a bullet train will hit
a concrete wall, or leap off its rails;
no one wants to know when they will accidentally
swallow a fish-bone, during a random dinner;
no one wants to be told that his partner
had been making a stage play for a marriage.....
Everyone wants to live in peace,
without knowing the future or his fate;
life is much easier that way.
No one wants a prophet of doom close....
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