Skinned Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Skinned

Horizon seems endless,
Sky comes to touch earth,
Latter, too, wants and lets;
A love scene become the
Blanket on mattress…

And I am on the heights
By city of La Paz…

The stones stick out
Of rivers on my sides
With trace of currents
And if not, of seabed.

Stones are soft and round.

Next, I am on main road
By the seat of the judge
And people's slogans
Are easy and simple:
"Brutal they behaved…"

Most of fists are women's;
Of European background
By culture or blood…

They talk of a murder
In Alto, by Collas;
Indigenous had killed a
Small dog, skinned her
And showed it on TV
"Let this be a warning! "

Deep in me visualise
Newton's action law
That causes reaction…
In the same strength but severe;
Alive is Catari and is tied
(To East, West, North and South)
Pulled till man becomes parts…
I ask me: "Is this not reaction? "