Guaman Poma Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Guaman Poma



Guaman Poma

Have you felt life in cage?
Well, I have
I was there with monkeys
And scared of tigers
Then he came in the chain,
‘Ezra Pound'
We had fun
He spoke and cried
He told jokes; then a shout
He acted like bridge
"What is wrong, can't you reach? "
He asked and serious
"I have a friend."
"Hey man, you...you are dead."
Looked around; loudly said:
"They have died, who killed me."
He looked sharp, with his eyes
He stared, not just said
"But..." stopped in throat.
"Yes of course I'm alive."
I recalled: ‘streets bear his name, '
And the books
And the texts we have read
Others read.
Then I saw ‘The Poma'
He held book for the king
"They hid it; that they thought."
"Oh of course I know what..."
"Those Killers, Creoles..."
I asked him to stop.
I saw marching learned,
No counting "left then right."
They were free like the birds
Flew light like clouds
Sat on rose; like thee bees
Flapped wings; butterfly.
"Kill me please! "
I shouted "With my death I'm alive."

Monday, October 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
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