Syrinx And Biochar Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Syrinx and biochar

An ever student
-my school is great
-billions of teachers
-aware and unaware
-give lectures to train.

Vofka was one of them
-his faith is Hare Krishna
-said a lot of Rama…

I was mouse in a wall
-as was for Cabela
-as well as Maulana.

In my mind scientist
-dying at seventy-six
-genius, always sick
-synthesizer, to speak.

Go further to scoop of sixties
-Indigenous adoptions
-meant to do good at heart
-but result…
-disaster, disaster, disaster.

And get me boarding card
-on plane, "United"
-dies a dog in the air
-reminds of "Jack London"
-Hedayat and others…

Pets too, are adopted…
-from Mom are taken
-in the name of goodness
-but in fact, …
-disaster, disaster, disaster.

I blow in syrinx
-and enjoy music…
-feel as if am charcoal
- "Biochar"
-I am made of plants
-and stored in the soil
-to clean atmosphere.

"My friends"
"My masters"
"My teachers"

Want to say:
- "What you say
-under the varied names
-are all same
-Krishna and Rama
-Cabela, Maulana
-all gurus…prophets…
-you are one…

To me they
-everyone is a dot
-the dots in one circle
-as says it a young man
-imprisoned in Iran:
- "Life is ring"
-we are all connected
-by one ring
-the one that is largest
- (Supreme and master.)

Streams consciousness
-I throw my marbles
-all of them in an urn
-taking out one by one
-red, blue, moon or sun.

Then think of Pennsylvania
-voting for Republics, democrats
-either win or the loss…

See them all too small
-each is dot in one ring or circle
- (Life, being in the time…)