Foreign Body Response Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

White dust crawling in my mind
Mixing with the fluids of my brain
Precipitating an immune reaction
How many more cells are destined to die
Till this unarmed force of fragile antibodies
Would overcome the foreign body response

I am brown or black
But you are white
I am poor or needy
And you are altruistic
My higher beings love the scent
Sprayed through the images
Of Lincoln and Franklin
And you mighty and generous
Sprinkling dollars on them
To satisfy the lust of their nostrils

Dust got mixed with the blood
Deposited in the valves of the heart
And clotted in the cerebral arteries
A stroke is impending
Death is dancing in my nerves
Life is getting miserable
I am the motherland of dead cells
I am the notorious abode of plagued souls

Hey, there is a hope
You are not dead yet
If the novel cells of your barren soil
Start growing resilient and independent
They can make you live and flourish
Till the Final Day of Judgment


Oct 28,2009

© Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009