Barbari Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Barbari

My beard was too long,
Deep black, very dark,
Its motions like crow's.

Had opened an account
In the bank and dropped
Some money of which I
Issued check, for part of
…strange was dream…

In dream I was lost
In Peru, Bolivia…

Bought bread, Barbari
(Iranian)on roadside
From standing truck…

Then, taxi? Rented car?
Headed for…for which town?

On me were many eyes
What was I? who was I?

Where was I?

Was it all thanks to wine?
Was I sick and drunk?

Whatever, always thought
Of first days in Shiraz…

I heard a pilot died!

He drank very much
Vomited, threw up,
But lying on his back
The puke had ended
At mouth of trachea…

He stopped breathing
Chocked and died…