Invention Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Invention

They talk of inventions
I listen, keep silent.

They talk of most recent
I hear Jingle bell!

Penetrate in the time,
See barefoot humans,
Nothing on, are naked.

There, someone is in cave,
Holds stone and sharpens.

He touches the sharp edge
Kind of peeing his nail,
Satisfied and happy,
He goes out and returns.

He carries piece of meat
First firms in on a rock
Then softly lifts skin.

Measures it with a foot
Then folds and folds again.

A foot wrapped to ankle
He thinks of his success.

With the hide and comes
Has brought branches…

By pulling, cuts stick,
Pushes some in skin.

Keep looking and find him
Look around smiling…

Ring the bell in my head:
"Hallelujah, invention."