Nameless, Rotting Corpse Just Off the Tigris Somewhere off the Ancient Tigris In  the so called Cradle of Civilization A swollen, Puffy, Disfigured And Unrecognizable Body Lies facedown In a stale puddle With flies Buzzing And maggots Infesting his Long lifeless Remains. Unidentified By anyone And nobody bothering To remove and Bury him. How he died is unknown. Murder. Casualty of war. Bomb blast. Is a mystery. Nobody is investigating. Perhaps a father or mother Or sister, or a little girl Asking for “daddy” Misses him. A wife might cry. But none of that is Changing the reality Of his existence right Now. A dog just sniffs His carcass. And walks away As the sun bakes The unknown Man  into Oblivion.