Surgeon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Surgeon

If I was a surgeon
-would open my scalp
-then with knife or a saw
-would remove parts of bones
-as did the Egyptians and Incas
-to bring out brain and converse…

Then-after, pulled table
-on it set a mirror
-a concave or convex
-laid flat a glass
-with hygiene, too clean
-put on it my brain

We would talk…
Talk for long…

"Tell me of:
-love and need
-perfection, complete
-nature of Sun and Moon
-metaphysics, supreme
-etiquettes, behaviours
-what must be, what shouldn't
-and being all alone
-in a lake of sea-size
-sit idle and observe
-shallow waves; motionless as canvas
-sitting in a kayak, watching lights
-when the sun is absent
-and moon out
-with halo and without
-sun coming slowly
-sneaking and peeking
-then getting control
-acting as dictator
-corrupted by power
-and its fall and collapse
-looking for a shelter
-its escape making dusk
-and the ducks and swans
-and fishes, large, small
-and the leaves in search of
-life unknown and far out
-and monsoon and the rain
-of thunders and storms
-Asia's India and Bengal
-millions homeless, dead
-but hardly in news, media
-at same time in Texas
-the looting takes place
-forgiven, not talked of
-and no one speaks of
-the food line and women
-pushed away by the one
- (dreadful, muscular)

I would ask my brain
- "Why evil of the West and US
-are hidden and covered?
-But their good, if any,
-is blown in the pipe? "
-same looting and bully
-would cover every page
-if it was in Iran, Pakistan
-or Iraq, Africa

Want to change my life line
-to become a surgeon
-and open body parts
-want to talk with each one
-honestly and deeply
-one to one
-poor the ones with blames
-for knowledge, like brain,
-for kindness and toughness
-like the heart
-for vision, as are eyes
-and ears for hunting
-every sound

Want to be crazy as I am
-can then be excused in the courts
-to commit the crimes; be White House! ! !