Hydraulic Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hydraulic

With use of hydraulic
-driving is easy
-in around the cities.
-With finger, can steer
-grown-ups and the kids.

Connected are the parts
-in mass of mechanic, electric
-exactly as has been in nature
-muscles, joints, skin, nerves.

Light came on to show me
- "Sick is the steering! "

I am back to old days
-when rods and ball-bearings
-needed force for turning.

Affected are all my body parts
-my hands, feet to my eyes
-feel them all stretched
-shoulders, knees are in pain!

But must get film running
-everything needs money
-that is why am working.

By the time I reach home
-am dead rock, lug, baby
-half-alive, fall asleep
-as we did when Cadets
-in Military-Academy
-to become officers.
-Undertook hard drills
-dug ground and set tents
-push and pull and running.

Though get home at midnight
-must spend little time
-in reading and writing
-with it past come to now…