M An Is Dead Poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

Netzche discovered that God is dead

Hence gods were to be discovered

in nationalism socialism democracy and so on

Whose imagination did create so many gods?

Man's.

No particular man but Man who is perhaps in every man and woman

Or who is an agglomeration of men

The thousand headed Man with thousand eyes and thousand legs

So when god was found dead

Man became the god of gods

Man the god or human ism was born

But whatever is born is foredoomed to die

And Foucault thundered-Man or Humanism is born to die

He was a great prophet

Pantaloons and other modern markets came forward

with their mazarine music of trade cries

Their teeth are well arranged in the consumers goods

arrayed in different air conditioned shops in the same built space

They ate the humanity of every man

And see the dead humanity's apparels- you he and me

me he and you

are being worn by the system of consumers goods

a television a refrigerator a car a computer

a booking with a five star hotel at Angkor Vat

Dont ask whether the motor cycle has any use value at all.

Ask yourself whether you know how to caress the bike

the way a mother used to take care of a child in olden times

Man still lingers in appearance

But consumer goods as a system has donned this appearance

presently after it was declared that God is dead