Headless Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Headless

As young boy visited abattoir
Years ago in Tehran,
Saw herds of animals
In masses kept outside
Then groups led inside
Later walked into lines
Till entered one by one
To become prey to man and knife.

Animals behaved far different!

The sheep were powerless
With their looks begged for help.

The goats were playful
Saw the fence as if bush
Behaved to invite for:
"Hide and seek? "

But mowed each cow and ox
They could feel the blood
Their calls were like echo
Of the gusts in the rocks:
"Who the hell are you to…? "

Canal's sides were wet, red
Inside it on and off
Increased and decreased
The flow of blood.

All actions were useless.

They were killed and skinned
Cut and pulled; and steam
Rose from fat and meat.

Meat, butcher, butcher-shop
Remind of that day; I recall
Like movie screened
Or canvas, hand painting.

Kurmanji means Kurdish
In Turkey, Syria
One of them said: "Sepas"
Then added "Zoor", to mean:
"Thank you very much."

Happily I was shocked;
The same is (more or less)
Heard around the cities
In Iran, Yazd, Tehran.

Logic says they were one
Slaughtered, head cut off,
Were packaged into parts.

Now are sold in market
Wrapped within the borders
Flags are their brands…

What a shame…

I want them united
Hell with the divisions
Governments and or faiths.