What Of The Discoveries? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

What of the discoveries?

Rumi said of birth, death
'They are change; nothing else.'

I agree; 'Change of shape.'

What we know of mammoth, of those years?
Stories we make up, and guesses
And of teeth? But growth-fall circle?

Oh mankind
The so called brain one
You, selfish; stone-aged all the time
What you do is monkey's
Taking things that exist
Verify, study; duplicate in a way
But you run out of tub: 'I found it.'
As did the scientist on the weight
Newton with apple
Wright's plane
Einstein in train 'relative'

So best is to confess:
'I am a particle in the air.'
We have been and will be worst being
Look at seas and the lands, plastic
Destroyed each corner.

I'm dervish 'Unaware, a gypsy, '
As you say; you psychic.

I age and my brain is asleep
Let it be, I love it; 'It is change.'

What of you; you useless
You stench, piece of shit?

Sorry shit, to use you as sample
You harmless, devoted.