Graphist Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Graphist

I threw my net as
-threw theirs, the fishers
-from those trawlers;
-Soviet kidnappers

They followed their sonars
-telling where the fish are

I obeyed my concern for his mind
-meant to fish his thoughts, heart

They ploughed Persian Gulf
-net to net, deep trawl
-emptied the fishes
-great were rays
-and sharks

Same was mine!

Should have used a Gargoor
-local-made cage for moor

He is good graphist
-is thoughtful, an artist
-sits silent but when talks
-throws pearls, gold of mine

He collects the garbage
-whatever thrown out
-broken as damaged
-of metal to rubber,

Then puts them together
-making art out of waste

Seeing him in his house
-is to see Hermitage
-or a tour to the Louvre
-artworks are all around
-galleries…museums
-saving the Mother Earth…