Chattering Teeth Poem by fraidoon warasta

chattering teeth

here the scorching sun rolling and rolling
day and night,
burning
earth almost heron grey

home to birds and frogs
the spring swamp has vanished

here in this mansion, with headless olive trees
dwells a man
wearing silver sunglasses
with his chattering teeth
and a fatigued gun in his hands
starving, sitting on a pile of bitcoins
he cannot see, the world goes on
often deviated from its axis

here, nature's dna is shifting
one day maybe the king will be
imprisoned behind the stripes of a zebra
and this big blue ball
will turn into a fiery meteorite

despite this ambiguous diction of events
i'll see you there

here, the little game of man's greed and greatness goes on
the profit precedes principles
in the mean time kapok remains forlorn
with uncertain fate
and the bygone spring swamp never returns

man was moulded to be god
he forgot
one day he'll see his folly
and will recreate new gods
who will eat light, going to their work on bicycles
and think differently

i'll meet you there
where in a wren's song
a fresh breeze flows
where the ocean drifts on the waves
and the wind carries the sky to the limit
where waters meet the earth
for the first time
and the baby sparrow wakes up the dawn

i'll meet you there
where nietzsche can walk
on the ocean and
embrace his dead god

fraidoon warasta
25june 2020
limburg