My Brush Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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