The Human

I thought you would give me Your shoulders when I am dead You would bring wreaths of Fresh flowers with your money You know I would be poor by that time I thought you would weep Like a child who lost his toy You would pay back all the money I have borrowed to make you the man You are today I thought you would miss me forever My dead body is lying in the wooden cot Waiting for your plane to arrive And your car to rush through the mud Road of the village The crows have began to shout perched At the edge of the roof as the dim light Of the setting sun is reflected from The stale irises of my opened eyes