We drag life by the teeth
With hands of plea
And fingers that plow
The stony back of the earth
The creeping sting of pain
Numb knees
And the cold mud of the fields
Merging with
The burning eyes that
Wipe the dried traces of tears
From a sun-scorched face
With the filthy sleeve's edge
Our shared solitude
Perhaps a blessing
In a time when
Questioning
Is the greatest sin
Man
A tool in the hands of thieves
Plundered of thought's harvest
And words
An outright denial of wisdom
In the final attempt
To live
Once more
We drag life by the teeth
Arsalan – Tehran
December 6, 2012
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