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Ass Poem.

When a thick-necked agent rides your neck
and your pants are pulled down to your knees
When two rape-kings politely offer each other your ass
saying, "You first"

One
is not reminded of long ants with
one leg broken and the other leg
unable to carry the ant
And one is not reminded of the words of his late grandmother to
learn perseverance from the ants who
run fearlessly on and on--
even if they may have lost their heads and asses--
One is not reminded of Mozaffaruddin Shah who died of a hernia
or Reza Shah who died of syphilis
One is not reminded of the blond girl
whose womb the Shah recently inflated
One is not reminded of his consumptive Aunt
One is not reminded of anything at all
Only
he sees a beast bigger than himself
piercing through the depths of his bones
and the spell of degradation is nailed into his bloody ass hole
as if the order "Wanted: Dead or Alive"
was tacked on his ass
And then one addresses his mother in his mind
saying
Why
don't you pull me up the way you put me down, why?
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Title Annotation:International Feature Section: The Poetry of Iran
Author:Baraheni, Reza
Publication:Atlanta Review
Article Type:Poem
Geographic Code:7IRAN
Date:Mar 22, 2010
Words:194
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