Lyric Lake Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lyric lake

Set table in brain as my lab
-lay on top, is exact
-made for me, and my past.

Autopsy is plan
-forensic
-not for court
-nor for judge
-for sake of history.

Questions are:
- "Who am I? "
- "Why am I? "
- "Why do I…? "
- "…feel very sensual? "

I am the doctor, nurse
-and also, the subject.

Birthplace, a village
-landlocked and in mountains.

Why did my ancestors come here?
Where from? Who were they?

I recall this place
-to have been example
-Paradise and heaven…
-with grass and bushes
-with trees, flowers
-with many animals
-domestic or home-bound
-as well as many wild
-singing birds, butterfly
-plenty bees around, gadflies.

Now, village has shrunk
-few are animals
-elderly is there of
-the men and the women
-livelihood, children, have all gone.

Back I am with the words
-word of day is "relume"
-I know well of its roots
-cloning luminate of Latin
-stolen, redressed and sold as
-English…

The same are wealth science
-that is sold, exported
-to the world, from West.

What about respect and confidence?
-prior by owners of these days
-and latter by owners who lost way!

My parents that converged
-were Muslims…
-one was forced to accept
-other was exporter…

Dad and Mom were great
-but in pond that was made
-by dogma (in a way) .

I broke their borders
-live with and among the
-nations and cultures, faiths
-that they loved admired
-or opposed, rejected.

Can say: "I live life of wall-less."

Pray in Mosque and in the Church
-do the same with the Jews
-to Hindus and faithless, apostates.

I call you, each and all:
- "Brothers and sisters,
-relatives, partners."

Love you all, equal;
-love to live life, wall-less.

See in me, when look deep
-Greek and Persian,
-Arab and Assyrian
-Turkish and Mongolian
-and even as has it the poet:
- "Mam may have come,
-of a whore, Indian."

What we need is simple:

Autopsy!
Autopsy!
Autopsy!

Forensic!
Forensic!
Forensic!

Who the hell?
What are we?

Autopsy!
Autopsy!
Autopsy!

Forensic!
Forensic!
Forensic!

This is what we, all need.

Here too,
-in land of the ancients
-where cities have been made
-one being Kanata
-near the capital
-Ottawa,
-feel the same.

"Kanata" means village…
-though became "Canada, "
-united-divided by landlines…

When on feet or in car
-I observe the names cards
-and in them get drowned
-Deer-Path
-Tofino
-Red-wing
-scattered are many.

I put them together
-use make-up, beautify.

Autopsy!
Autopsy!
Autopsy!

Forensic!
Forensic!
Forensic!

Who the hell?
What are we?

This is what we, all need.

When done so
-I become a bridge
-loving all

Border-less!
Border-less!
Border-less!

Hey people
My friends
Too closest
And farthest

Let us live
Peaceful life
Border-less!
Border-less!
Border-less!