Greenwich Mean Time Poem by Rosa Jamali

GMT
A Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author

We have just received some breaking News
From a seismography center
We're not able to measure the scale
Horrible
Nightmarish
An earthquake has just happened!


The route has just been divided
On the oil fields
Air satellites
Over this meridian
This very time zone
Free zone
Has been transferred
Removed from the map
Omitted from the history
Banished
Unknown network
Invisible letters.

They will broadcast one day
Some traces of life
Has been seen
Here in this region

Your pulses beat
As
Our pulses
Beat!

Can you erase our names from the oil fields?

Do not adjust your clock
With this particular time zone!

Morse Codes
Turning and turning
Like a prism through the time
Returned the time past
Has been taken out
From the spinal cord
Shall we walk back?

These blind boundaries
Bermuda triangle
I will send you a letter in capital letters
Full of passwords
And usernames.

This evening is a sunset
It's going to be forgotten
Pretty soon.

A cubic exile!

Mystic codes
Have distorted the lines...