Triangular Vagina Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Triangular vagina

In search of my research
-once had a tour guide to
-the Alto of La Paz

Had read of their graves
-reflecting their beliefs
- "Death being a trip,
-a come back, like Egypt."

My guide was hybrid
-of colours, backgrounds; a lady.
-Went away for minutes, on return
-wore scarf, head-cover
-magician, a shaman
-or a witch, the "Hansel-Gretel"
-fell on knees and asked me to join them
-as a lad on his knee to ask girl:
- "Marry me."

Let's leave this
-for the myths
-ghosts, evils

Cubic graves were like the rooms
-made of mud; worn by time
-on face of Mother Earth
-with exits…
-vaginas to mothers

They believed:
- "Grave is like a womb;
-for next birth."

We, mankind
-are always poor and tied,
-to weakness; unable
-to see facts of the depths

We always have dreams
-to live on or live with
-in a way, is funny

There are lot to be seen
-we must learn

I have guts to confess
- "I feel dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb! "
-and feel like Catari in hands of Spanish
- (Caught and tied by the ropes,
-wrists fastened separate, far apart
-feet the same; by ankles!)
-he was pulled by horses
-in varied directions
-till was torn
-was alive
-I am torn in same way
-by the four players of the games
-called ethics, politics and fashion as science

Hurt elbows and ankles
- (deep to heart and brain)

Unaware of the past
- (as it was)
-we take signs
-guess, make up
-stories and define
- (as if fact)
-history

All are lies
-lies, lies, lies
-and alas! ! !
-we make fun…
-laugh at them:
- "Were backward! ! ! "

In search we?
-the mankind?
-yes, therefore bravo
-do we know?
-not at all
-not even a dot of
-full circle