Fresh Flesh Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fresh flesh

And pen, as always
-wild, rebellious
-disobeys
-goes and goes and goes
-to deliver

Pen owns the tools
-pick and shovel
-crow bar and jackhammer
-and has dug deep
-into mouth and behind the bars
-of the teeth and control
-and forgetfulness

Pen flies in a hawk's shadow
-it has beak in the heart
-Tick- tack-tock
-and claws
-grabbing the hunt
-the prey
-the pigeon
-torn its skin
-open fresh flesh

And pen cries
-there and then
-in a city's left over
-in a movie's remnant
-of the multinational film
-Papa Luna of French, Tajik; Russian

The girl is not there
-pregnant, she has left
-her baby had no father
-plenty the pigeons
-and hawks, here and there

And pen moves in the shadows
-and Sergey takes our photos
-laughing at me:
-"новый Лунный папа"