Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Cremation

My body
Dear hands, feet, abdomen
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Vampire

Wind blew
Wind was wild
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Zakani

I heard once an orphan sat somewhere and cried
Had no wear; in hunger; passed a man; was labor
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Hands of labor

The old man bent; then rose
On forehead set; then kissed
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Turnips

In those days when sun-ice had meaning; were natural
I was child; we had farm, daddy worked and my mom
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Sash said

Sash said; I agree
"They're not men, are babies."
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Elevator chat

Shorter by inch or two, he's Chinese
He wears white
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Pinkish lips

Light blue or grey; right color cannot say.
(Somewhere there...in between)
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Fighting for nothing

Reads the great sign:
"Free, liberate and be equal."
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Be patient

Call me dumb
Call me bum
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