Che Vive Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Che vive

Island is Cuba
Young rebels have just come.

They are men; in hands arms
Souls in palms; kill and die
As rebels they seek life
Siahgal and Tehran
To Evin
In mountain on the run
I have walked in hot sun
To kiss wave needs to bow
The man's way: 'Risk to win'

Tigers are admired:
'To catch moon must jump high.'
Keep intact if fallen off cliff;
'For man's death don't cry.'

Che was killed
Walk his walk and recall
No tear, don't take side
In detail observe him
In a lab dissect him
Verify; digest him
'Who was he? '
'What happened? '
'What made him? '
'Why was killed? '
'And whom by? '
'Which is right? '

History has no use
Unless carved
In brain, on the rock
To question and reply
'What is right? '
'When and how? '