Frye And I Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Frye and I

I hear Frye's heart in beating,
Wonderful, so does mine.
Wonderland is Iran.
And we know; both of us.

Years ago when I was captain
Head to toe wore brown.
Thirty two and TESL was my job.
Read paper in taxi;
Reported General:
"Not true, it is lie."
It told me what it must.

USA sold trucks, the Rio
Soviets, the Jeep Gaz
People were at the gate, so was Guard
Unaware of the facts; to enter I crossed.

"Sir, " "Sir, " "Sir, "
Came to me students with news.
All unshaved, not-cleaned
Tehrani; Guards' arrests were revealed.

And life changed
What a change, I'm here
Like Frye out of range
Now I am displaced.

Professor Richard Frye
"We both died"
You were burned
I am ash in flight.

You're new; I follow stories:
"In school boy was hung."
(Like pigeons and the cats)
"Omar's coins discovered and are found."
"And donkeys, frozen, standing."