Venation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Venation

In album and on line
-have kept my snapshots
-leaves and leaves
-and more leaves
-on trees, streets
-varied are their colours
-by seasons, red, green…

Open the screen
-enlarge them, extreme
-and compare with the wing
-of great butterfly
-venation
-winding veins…

Damn is man
-and his labs
-only talk
-simple chats.

Want to live in distance
-in forests, caves and dams
-made, designed by beavers!

Want to die in nature
-let the bugs to climb
-on my corpse and fly
-everywhere, all around
-my rotting flesh, meat…

Want to die unaware
-as I am, now-a-day
-no claim to righteous
-on knowledge or science.

Venation makes me think:
- "Be brave, accept it!
-You are ‘Not', ‘A nothing'!
-Don't bluff, nor breathe
-with a nose up and filled
-with selfish air and wind! "