Emanuel Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

You and I
Every-day’s coffee shop
Good morning, how you are
And our laugh and smile
Your comments on yourself
Your children and your wife
How you fart
They give me lot to think
Hate and love

When you go I sit down
Deep in thought, deep-deep down
In my heart and in mind
Round the world I fly
Where I was, seen or gone
Flashbacks and background

I see lines that divide
The cultures and the tongues
The borders; making of countries
I hear, words and songs
In mirror, I see him
My friend at the wine
His blood is Scott
And recall the Afghan
(Who he is and is not)
(Not Pashto, almond eye)

I see the panhandlers
Put and take, Drop-Center
The Sufi’s “Go and beg”
Tabarzin with Kashkool
(Remaking of the thought)
Overhear ‘Spare Change’
Then palace, palaces
Washington and White House
To Moscow and Kreml
(Most don’t know what it means)
Emanuel
Being here among them
These people, Unaware
Filled with claims
“They’re backward, do not know”
“We’re modern civilized”
Is a shame
It is shame

Then the dog’s story
In Mashhad in tears
Obama, his visit
Saudis and their games
Winding Aman in Bahrain
Syria and Rigi (recent days)
Bin Laden’s Stateless-
Status and the rest
Closure of the bank
BCCI and Secrets

Emanuel
I envy, I’m jealous
You have a happy voice
Broken Trumpet, a loud noise
And your talks and smile
Telling me of your fall
And your wife and your fart
And with you I show teeth
Emanuel, you’re lucky
Inside me don’t see

I too want
I too want, like Iris
Get in bag
In a morgue
Then in grave
I’m tired of people
Claim-filled; unawares
All windbags and useless
Being here is nothing but a shame
Emanuel
Galileo’s: “Sun’s center...”
To the church and the Pope
To the ones with power
Turned convicted
By the who sought his “Correction”
Just like me
Not just me that thousands
We must be “corrected”.
(Luther knew; wrote on door
“System is corrupted” and so did Machiavelli,)

Being here among them
It’s nothing but a shame
It is a shame
Like Iris I too want
Too, too, too
Get in bag
Then in morgue
And in grave

Emanuel
Like the crow in Oqab
(The poem on eagle)
You live long
Life’s for you
I’ll fly high and high
I will fly with my pride
I am eagle; Observant
I won’t bow to the dogs
Ambitious I will die
Throw me in jungles or ocean
Or in bag in the morgue, then grave

Emanuel please read
(The Nanking Massacre
Japanese and raping)
Then think of the Auschwitz gratified
And read of Armenians’ genocide.
Feel Iris, the author: “Being here is a shame.”)

Emanuel
There was war in Oman
(Not direct, indirect)
The Yemen’s, North and South
I was there, I flew and took part
Many died; Men fought-killed
Some for Left, some for Right
Believers, innocents
I took back in caskets
The alive we’d brought
And the food and artists
Like it was in Iraq
(For US not for us)

Emanuel
I have seen the old church
Infants’ bones; embryos
Hidden head (possibly)
Francisco Pizarro’s
And Incas
And Inti and Apu
Kon fighting Pachacamac; the Caral
They may sound strange
Like the crow in the poem of eagle
You live long
Lucky you and dervish
With kashkool, Panhandlers
The Sufi and the monks

Emanuel
Let us hug, say goodbye
You remain on this earth
My grave is a door
That is the gate to heaven
Freedom’s my heaven
That’s being out of shame
Shame is being human
Human is a shame
Let me go, you remain.