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Sunday 10 March 2013"Hole"/ Saba Vasefi
Committee of Human Rights Reporters – Translated by: Sanaz Fotouhi Where on my body are your eyes zigzagging? I die for you!! The hungry bludger gambling With the lice in my empty pocket and still hung over in the Zipper’s ducts Where have muted body parts been penetrated by the drill With shafts as thick as Imperialism Whose begging is never ending, as the “Taleban” that you are? Laughter is wounded, And Samarkand, with a skirt full of pebbles And a hole, the forbidden commodity of the black market. Hole, hole! Oh, so ruthless Fascism has had no mercy To the body, to the rectum, to the shoulder blade, Even to the damp pants So that even the moistest and deepest parts Get the whooping coughs From the soldiers’ hard boots. I know that muteness Makes me more adorable, but Forgive me by your greatness, sir! You who knows as much as a cow I will sacrifice myself for you!! You are a great Anarchist among dandruff of a hairless scalp. My dear mule, get lost. Here, the penetration of a neck Into a noose is a crime This is not the Republic of executions This is the festival of holes, The quarantine of the gonorrheal tribe Where no woman, would even chop parsley to the sound of the chopping knives. |