I Drunk Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I drunk

My senses exchange shifts, duties
Nose sits for eyes, ears
As do eyes for heat sense
And so on, further on…

Today I, had a walk all drunk
Heard the noise of the lawn
Saw grass fall when cut
It smelled its blood.

Heard the shout:
"Murders we too have our own life…"
And heard worms:
"What are you Invaders, brutal…? "

My senses were at fight
I drunk.

With smell of grass I recalled
What happened in my past…
The Arabs, Chengiz Khan…
And mess of New World
Europe was Invader.