Carved Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Carved

Best to last are fossils, frozen
And the carved.

When I search for the facts
Much, too much
Need to know
Love to know
I feel deaf and blind to fact-life
So listen and with care
Take my life in my hand, endanger.

Therefore I feel record
Vinyl one, tape or chest
-Not of banks
-hate money though I need!
Among things preserved
Are daily encounters
-they are carved on my mind
-see my eyes; one of them
-is madman throwing a marble in the well
-cannot find and take out hundreds of wise-men...
-isn't our daily life example?
-we select, vote, elect; then divorce, even hate!

When I walked in Peru
Ollantaytampo-Machu Piccho
Heard the sounds of the birds and river
Saw sitting on the sides (of valley): the Gardens of Persians
Took a risk; faced hassle on track for train, not walkers
But I walked…and to end
-crazy?
-researcher who does care?
-a writer who must write realty?
-not bullshit!

Saw carvings that stood there firmly!
-of the past
-of Incas, their victims
-the ones whom we call names
-the nomads, half-persons, animals
-they were not civilised! ?