Conveyor Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Conveyor



Conveyor

My tongue is
-a cargo conveyer
-as seen in the airport arrival;
-suitcases peek and roll and swirl
-full of gifts and needful for the day;
-they have stuffed toys, knife or sword,
-meaning to amuse, hurt, or be tools to work.

Bandar of Saudi did receive some contents
-he heard words that I had in suitcase
-of my mouth:
- "Let's break the imposed politics…"
- "Let's use hearts, not walls…"
- "Let us be brothers…"
- "Let us love…"

Sunday, February 18, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: tongue
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