Knife In Hand Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Knife in hand

A sharp knife in my hand,
-firm, ready, I stand;
-his flesh on the board,
-colourful as rainbow,
-shades of red and brown
-yellowish and fat white.

I look at violet,
-take stone, is wetted,
-splash more drops,
-rub both sides of the knife.

Then a test on my nail
-it is sharp, as razor…

Walk to meet, straight
-get close and stop…

Let the thoughts be condor
-to go high, soar to depth of sky
-and soar to cross the hemisphere,
-out of sight till get lost;
-to dissolve in current, as does dust!

Then will reappear
-as did the Attar's birds:
- "Are thirty but make one! "

I think of the lamb killed,
-the shepherd, butcher, meat
-and kebab, food to eat…

Then think of those who kill
-and the ones who have killed
-and those who hold the guns
-lead planes and the bombs
-and drones, etcetera,
-to kill and destroy…

Seek for cause, find reply
-in ego and greed!

Greedy, egoist
-herds, gathers, hides and lies
-leaving mass barred and tied
-to find food and shelter, chance to live.

Oppression, injustice, depression…
-their life is on surface and meaningless,
-to ignore El Nino, see breeze, drizzle…

This means lost in lust, pain;
-confused in dogma without gain…

On Danforth, Yonge and Finch
-to house of governance, Calgary
-to London and Paris
-to schools (which must teach):
-around world…murder, kill…

Walk back and leave the knife
-think of roads, bodies lied;
-of raccoons, squirrels and skunks.

Think of the elephants
Think of the Oceans' whales
Think of the Dolphins and
Think of the mad fires…

Think and think and then think
-of the past and its past.
-Think of the sun-rise-set,
-tomorrows of todays…

Think of the changes that
-came and went as do waves
-with stops in middle as phases.

What am I except none?

Why am selfishly so proud?

Just because how I walk?
Just because how I walk?