Invisible Poem by Ali Rahimi

I have started to listen to the doctrines of my blood,
Want to hear the voice of my pulse, soul and my flesh,
Whispers of my heart to the brain,
Some people remain dust, mist, shadow, vapor,
Never become human; never develop, never nurture,
Invisible, insignificant, inconsequential,
Tiny cogs in the machinery of creation,
Infinitesimal diminutive ingredients of a tasteless soup,
Swallowed by war prisoners,
They have no angle, no slope, no dimension, no diameter,
Indivisible objects in geometric equations of the universe,
Like the scent of a homeless man dying for a loaf of bread,
Wrapped in his own smell, captured by his own chemistry,
Trapped in his own excrement,
Never perceived, never noticed, always ignored,
Like the sighs and pleas of an upside-down turtle,
Haunted by misfortune, misery, held in the inextricable clutches of the devil,
Down into uncertainty and darkness,
Simply invisible, invisible, invisible
Living in the forbidden dark realm,
People with brain get the filth and the whip,
You cannot see the forest; you can take a tree out of a forest
But you cannot take a forest out of a tree,
Do you feel trees have no life?
Flowers have no flagrance,
Fruits have no taste, mountains shake,
Gardens dry, grapes do not brew?
Music's out of tune, the sun eclipsed, the moon butchered, the earth martyred?
Yes, acrophobic mountain climber climbing liquid mountains,
Legless swimmer swimming in frozen solid rivers,
Blind miners working in gas mines,
Drunk Lovers exchanging plastic flowers, icy hot kisses,
Barbed wired touches, repulsive hugs,
Cowardly lions chased by savage rabbits,
Mad man writing with watery pencils,
We are all walking backwards with sleeping watches,
Walking on our hands towards anarchy, lawlessness, chaos,
Wreaking havoc, havoc, havoc!
Hey man, your name is ruin, ruin, ruin!
Your sobriquet destruction, destruction, destruction!
Poisonous medicine prescribed by a doctor,
For a woman who is a little pregnant!
Authentic copies of an amicable happy divorce,
Joyful masochistic self depreciation, a humbling sweet act,
Of heroes, yes act like champions, who cares for the consequences?
Lovers try to rekindle past flames, all ends in perpetual self-destruction,
Call it history; don't drudge up the manure,
Bankrupt millionaires always observe Business Ethics,
Like a black Russian playing chess on artificial grass in Syria,
Everything upside-down, skewed, backward,
Buildings built on amber, stadiums shape of vagina,
Vast fecund and fruitful, but do you fancy the shape? The mechanism?
Books like a male organ, phallic images penetrating our beliefs,
Freudian images, symbols, psychoanalytic art of human sexuality,
Physically perceivable, bodily visible, visible organs, visible zones,
Visible vastness, visible size, visible crutches, visible crevices, visible accommodation competency,
To hell with invisibility,
Just not to be invisible, invisible, invisible,
Look at me, Look at me, look at me! ! !