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Diary Of An Iranian Teacher
  
 
 
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جمعه 26 فروردین‌ماه سال 1384

Just thoughts

WarThoughts...
Bombarding, attacking, from left to right; top to bottom.

Thoughts...
rushing down like a blizzard in the middle of the night.
Can you hear it?
Blowing - blowing the inside of my brain, from left to right; top to
bottom.

Thoughts...
Never ending, always demanding, pretending,
spending - spending my soul, blending - blending my mind, from left to
right; top to bottom.

From the top to the bottom of the stairs --
we ran like hell,
the whole flock of us.
Take cover people
take cover...
Shouting, screaming.

Screaming thoughts...
Can you hear it?
The bottom - the bottom of my mind - sinking, oozing, gushing
like the dead bodies. No? Oh...
hold on... What am I saying?
I guess it's just thoughts.

Try stopping them, but they keep coming. Rushing down like an air raid;
like a movie... Or was it real?
Running like hell,
the whole flock of us.
Coming down,
taking cover...
Shouting, screaming...

Just think...
The nerve of those people, those bastards.
The pilots.
The planes. No? Oh...
wait...what am I saying?
I guess it's just thoughts.

A rocket here, a blast there, an explosion to the right, another to the left.
Finally, all the debris, immobilizing, mellowing
What debris? The air raids. No? Oh...
hold on... I lost track.
I guess it's just thoughts...

Conclusively stagnating, sinking,
from top to bottom.

Ali Tahbaz
Davis,California


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