Dull Knife Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dull knife

Somehow I
-taken back into time
-walk through cathedral
- (In real, prison)
-I'm searching for the names
-One is you, brave girl
-another, the Muslim
-cannot find, remember
-feel ashamed, embarrassed
-want to melt into floor
-and vanish, be invisible…

Searched and search
-in my mind, on Internet
-no result, am failure

You must be in albums
-in boxes, closet
-can't see you
-no space to open, spread
-neither you, nor the girl
-the Jewish, the German
-I cry, feeling bad

You braved the odds and
-chose the fight in own way
-you asked for the knife, got
-like stone, it was dull
-came the guard to take it
-it was there in blood…
-on your corpse…bravo
-she suffered misery
-torture and harassment
-so I must; Must, Must, Must
-sit and write everything
-of Shlisselburg Cathedral
- (in Russia, where you were)
-to city Coroico, Charobamba
- (Bolivia, where she was)
-and all read, seen and heard
-will feel mean if do not…