Best Read Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Best read

The best read, as see I
-is reading between lines.
-That, of course, can come of
-knowing what comes on lines.

Somehow and in a way
-having read, verified.

I could not write of death
-if had not been involved
-via my patient's death
- (laid in bed)
-or bullet in forehead
-of hero; my friend.

Poor and sick, prior
-hot, active was latter.

Knew each in own way.

Was young lad, injected
-both IV and IM
-checked blood and flesh
-before push the syringe
-had been taught the manner.

My needle in her vein
-her skin white and pale
-inexpert, I was, young
-totally unaware.
-Her blood was clogged
-I tried and tried and tried
-no result…no blood…
-so, tired, I gave up.

Heard of death and its cause
-long after went for job
- "She had died long before! "
-was informed when was gone
-and buried in ground.

In morning, when still
-the war was going on
-had been sent to Tehran
-eleventh Squadron
-to fly.

Heard whispers about him
- (My friend and colleague.)
-Rumours said: "is injured! "

Asked questions
-got answers and address
-got in car, in no time
-I was in hospital…
-absent was his name on
-the long list on the wall.

Got help and went to see
-many who were wounded
-by bullets or batoned
-by dogma or brute Pasdaran…

Had on my flight-suit
-and observed what I should
-repect of defenders…
-patriot, a fighter…

Was told that might be in...
-directions was received...

Reached the morgue of Tehran
-where bodies were kept for
-forensic's analyse…

He was there…
-felt like ice in kettle
-on fire...evaporated..

Had to use my wisdom
-called Mansoor Khottami
- (The head of "Personnel")

Felt knew was lying:
"He went to purchase milk;
-he had to, child was sick…"

With the eye of my mind
-could see him; he smiled:
- "Love to help your friend."

Was risking my life to
-save friend from shame
-caused by mean government:
- "Enemy of nation had gathered;
-They were all betrayers…"

I knew my friend
-he, too, was against them
- (The corrupt bearded…
-mullahs and their friends...)

So was I...as am now.

We arranged lifting him
-from list to the list
-bad to good…

And we were successful.

Soon I went to Air-Force
-came body, saved in morgue
-Air-force morgue was small
-could accept four corpses…

When I pulled drawer
-found him wrapped in cuffin
-the cloth was white but
-had many red spots
-of blood…

I removed the cover
-saw hidden bony face
-found the same firm friend
-smiling, but silent…
-skin pale…

Intended to hug him
-as we did, same routine
- (when we met after weeks.)

Instead reached for head
-mean to talk when was raised.

Fell my heart, and swore
-using the worst of words
-shitting on all mullahs
- "Murders, dirty Cons…"

His brain had come out
-thanks to force of bullet
-that entered his forehead! ! !

It was like and an eggshell
-was shattered and its yolk
-poured through my fingers.

Feeling was strange…

I arranged burial
-accepted the insults
-by rebels and young ones
-who saw things on surface…
-could not see life in depth…

He had wife and two girls
-all of them poor, helpless
-they needed home and food
-no-one helped, no-one could
-I had to change him and
-had to change good to bad…
-my reason was indeed…
-saving them from need…
-had to hide what he did…

Therefore I, have read lines
-in action, practice and nature;
-now looking at titles
-can read white between lines.