My Victory Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My victory

As lecture to friends and colleagues
artisans, the poets, and writers:
“My way is too simple;
I go round and gather
the words and incidents;
humbly anything that rolls on, visible.
I take them and note and, record them.
Tomorrow, years after departure,
hundreds,
left of me in ground some powder,
bones weakened, ugly white
or with earth shaped, coloured, and in dust,
and you too taken ride,
the Earth’s children can see the history
in truth, not divert, not convert by corrupt
not for sale by dealers in schools, politics.
This is my duty.
If done well it is my victory.”