This House Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This house

This is house for mental
Stable for useless animals
Each oldie in a way or other
Shows sickness, is crippled
One of the examples, out of shape
Big tummy, has shaved head
With T-shirt in wheelchair,
Another plastered her left leg,
All skins are wrinkled.

Their heads are screens of TV
Ended film contrast is there but
With white hair; dark of night
Dead is the pitch of a desert-life
Their heads are snow white
(If any hair remained!)

Here is a reserve for outcasts
The sick of epilepsy; repelled,
To island affecting famous Che
Or the German expressions'
"Cabinet of Dr. Caligari"

This whole house is movie
Has its art and designs, ideas
Shitty life for long time
Some of them pessimists
Each good for a feature-script
All are lost "What is life? "

We need a film-maker like Alim
Taking his low floor of basement
Converting into cells of the jail
Or madhouse to frame, re-frame
Light, colours, diffuse of shadows
Pan and tilt and crane cameras
Deliver one of those Film-Noirs
Don't forget inserting fem-fetal.