Rewind Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rewind

I half lay, hair grey
It has tongue; starts talk:
“You recall lines on wall? ”

“Yes I do.”
Mohammad the tallest; then Mahmood
Each line showed one person.
I was last; the shortest.
In between were Ahmad and Yahya.

Now all dead with no doubt
I wonder, when will I?

Will I once be like bones?
They are found in war zone.
All name-less, no one knows
Who they were, if soldiers

Great War’s?

I smile…
Exhumed, were buried.
They, honored as soldiers…

Who are we, what the hell?

I think deep; talk to hair:
Shall I go to forests, to a sea or cave?
Shall I do what will come, be unknown?
In such case no one knows who I was.
They will judge:
“Was brave, fought a bear then froze in the cold…”
Or maybe:
“Was homeless, a drunk and lost mind.”
Or maybe:
“Went to walk, lost his way.”

How lovely it will be to fool them.
Let me go make fire, ‘of guessing’.
Should I go; go get lost?
I may then, be revived in ‘Rewind’.