Mouth Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mouth

It must have started with him
He who fisted, broke the air
He who saw the sky, square
He saw dead light in caskets

I must have learned of him
Shamloo, strong tough poet

I must have learned, looking
I must have learned curiosity
I must have learned attention
But dumb to learn; smartness

He had Aida and the nightly
I have grass, and the mouth
The small entry to the corpse
The server and the destroyer

Mouth is beauty and the beast
Think of bites of the mankind
Think of talks, some morphine
Hate and love, Peace and war

Mouth, lips as gates for a kiss
Mouth, lips for words to exit
Mouth, for sweetest kindness
Mouth, for spitting on the list