Grave Diggers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Grave diggers

We, artists, all of us, any kind,
-a poet, a painter, ones who write,
-sculpture makers and architects,
-are somehow magicians!

We are the grave diggers!

We give life to the dead
-or dying, almost dead.

We make the duplicates
-of what is, or has been, available
-in one form or other, on this Earth
-or somewhere in the thoughts as image.

We never let them die, go away.
We keep the blossom, not the fade.

Look at the movies and
-the plays; all the songs
-we, artists are Jesus
- (we give life…)

Who would see and enjoy
-games of thieves played when,
-ended in Argentine the bandits,
-in Bolivia, robbed and killed
-the so-called Cassidy, Sundance Kid
-which was turned to movie
-played by Redford and Newman?

Who would know Al Capon
-or Bunny and Clyde
-if not on screen and revived?

Now, let me show you the
-best of all in Iran:
-a biker zigzagged
-on the roads of Tehran…

He was guy and had girl
-from the Christians
-Armenian…

They broke all the rules
-did not give a damn for
-religions, governed rules.

Together they went and
-snatched bags, stole jewels.

I love this wilderness
-lawlessness, ignorance.

The couple, deep in love;
-were brave, brainless.

They seemed to raise hands to
-speak with the cultures and the law,
-as well as religions
- (Shiites and Christians,)
-by showing mid-finger! ! !

"‘F' you all! "
"‘F' you all! "
"‘F' you all! "

I can see shadows of
-them running on the wall
-as painting, graphics, Black-White.

Visible is the guy who drives in front
-and the girl, head covered, is behind…

They hear the siren
-of police and race them
-reach a bump and jump up
-till crash and lose life
- (the lovers always die with pride.)

Unable, for long I
-stored this in my heart
-till today that my mind
-demanded: "Let it out! "

We, artists, all of us, any kind,
-a poet, a painter, ones who write,
-sculpture makers and architects,
-are somehow grave diggers!