Nassy Fesharaki

(Dec 29 / Iran)

Read my books


Read my books

Read my books when I'm dead
Read them all when I'm gone
My flesh is diverted to rats, ants
My bone's powder, partial left

Read me then
Read me then
Read me then

They'll tell you what's new
They'll tell you who is who
They'll tell you of our day
They'll tell you of our hell

Attention
Attention
Attention
Read my books with concern
I'm conscious; cautious, care

I write of kindness, love
I write of people's lives
I write of drizzle, rain, snow
I write of being lost or glow
I write of fish; and bird-flew

Attention
Attention
Attent ion

Read my books when I'm dead
Read them all when I am gone
Read my books when I'm dead
Read them all when I am gone

Be careful I am around as rat-ant
Possibly some fruit or your food

Submitted: Monday, June 30, 2014

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