My brush
My brush is black
-on handle has mirror
-is made of plastic
-three rows are its teeth
-a note in burnt on it
-mentions name of owner
We met in prison
-was caught as a hunter
- (of ancient treasures)
-not Incas' but Iran's
-a copy of Hiram
Bingham too was hunter
-would never report it
-if he had had money to invest
Diverted, misguided are notes of USA
-about him to fool us and cover
- (The fact of thievery, as research…)
I climbed Huayna Picchu
-heard the words on the move
-in clouds and rivers
- 'They are thieves' and liars! '
Fariborz
- (Ex-owner of brush,) is one who
-like many, lives hunting treasures
Too busy and dizzy
-I lost it in morning
-in fact, had misplaced
This brush
-to me is treasure
-a part of my research…
-many notes; hundreds of notebooks
-tons of disks,
-film footage, images, and writings
-researching, researching, researching
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