Blood Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Blood



Blood


I sit here with needle
Look at hole, “Oh mother”
I recall she got old lost power
She asked me in to help
I’m glad I did so, I was there.

She is gone, I’m alone
And needle in my hand
Reminds me of that age
I am there; where she was
Help needed to thread a needle.

I don’t sew, that’s not mine
I play with it and push in hand
Two drops of blood push way out
I use one as mirror and I talk
Both of us secretly talk and talk

One drop is carpet of magic
I’m in air as used to; when crew
To Sochi, USA and elsewhere
Include Africa, in Sudan and Kenya
I stop over The Pyramids and look down

VIPs, as always are pampered
Hidden pass was our route; our gate
The looters had caved for treasures
The buried was missing but stones
On the floor and ceiling, 'Oh my God'

Then The Wells, I stood well informed
Stroke matchstick and threw to make light
Rat, cockroach and some ants came near
Not close, all distanced, were smart
They wanted intestines, inner parts


Mummification was a job and scared
Imagine life and death of these days
After that we went to, The Bazaar
Filled with gold, history; ‘Museum’
The pharaohs, what they took in graves

I wondered and wondered and wondered
The questions and insults on myself
“Who are you, stupid, goddamn you.”
By sudden, miracle, the time changed
I was there once again, ‘In Tahrir’

Spring of Arabs was a game
Coup d'etat, arms, dollars, Obama
Syria in blood as murder of Afghans
I have been to Bagram
Then Iraq and pissing on the dead

I decide to push on gas pedal
I reach out for throttle
Daydream has neither for carpet
That magic takes me to Lesotho
Then I go to Japan and Hong Kong

Agreement of Chinese-British
The same kind was Afghan-British
First took place, china was strong
But latter, Gandomak was ignored
That place is now home to terror

I cover my ears and shout loud “Oh blood, ”
I make sure not to look with my eyes
“Who am I by my soul and flesh and blood? ”
A silence like living at the depth of the sea
Or above, in heavens' Black Hole

“You’re no one and nothing; you are dust, ”
In fear I face facts; open eyes and ears
“Hear me, I’m nothing, I’m nothing.”
Climax; “My being is like shit.”

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