148 dead bodies
Of an average height of 5 feet
If arranged one on top of the other, in two columns
A limb stretched here, a head bent just enough
Could fill up the gaping holes in the walls of the Bamiyan Valley
And we shall have our monument back again
New and shiny with stoned emerald eyes
A great testament to our time
And thats how we shall rebuild
All our fallen edifices
With perfect mathematics and a superior logic
Just as I resurrected this fallen poem
With an exact number of dead words
Glued to each other with clotted blood…