Ghost Dance Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ghost dance

She was a surprise
And brought Surprise!

Still lost and in shock
Saw the gift as a rope!

With her help I climbed
Out of this routine life's
Hammering, nailing us!

Wish I could return to
The War of Vietnam,
And USA's Napalms
Killing the Vietcong.

Then, I went to Big Sur
To Hippies, drank, ate.

Their life was different,
Muck like the Indians',
Peyote, in the Church
Conscious or unconscious:
"No to War, to Peace, Yes! "

She brought some booklets
That speak of heart's pains
Of when Jailed, arrested...

Honest are the papers,
Saw the words engraved:
"I am wax for blind,
And unjust, and unkind! "

My words show the trail
As if are carved with nail
Magical and perfect,
Chiselled by the hammer.

Recorded are names of
The victims, criminals
Among whom I was lost.

Immortal is that harm…

It was there where I met
Her husband, my friend.

I begged him many times:
"Come please, please come."

He and pen are friends
For long, are old timers,
He can write, register…

He can say and be bold
Of my life, to this world.

I told him: "Get on board,
See me as pawn of chess! "

"Write of me, others' pains
And fighting dictators! "

Want him to make readers
Enable to picture
Me, as a rock or mountain.

Yes, was child, villager,
But rock was broken
And forced to immigrate,
Roll and turn and labour,
Till became dune at beach!

Finally, conscious said:
"Go, walk into flames! "

I did so on and on,
So, I did wherever,
While free, prisoner.

Stood to the robbers of power.

Whatever one may call
To me, this, has been life.