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4/19/06

Poem: The elevator man of Jam hospital

By Leylanaz Shajii, Tehran

 

Which floor he says.  Six.

I can't see his face.

There's a metallic stool, to take a break

with a seat cover torn at the seam line.

He keeps his index on the number

and drops his head down

one hairy hand resting on his knee. 

The door slides closed.  Starts a tune,

the soundtrack of a movie

about a chemical attack.

His blue jacket double-breasted

with buttons missing. 

His face, that I can't see,

casts a thousand words unspoken. 

His head hung in the boredom of having to press

some numbers

for those who can't read.

His head hung from the movement of his mobile confine

from the weight of the soundtrack

or from redundancy.

Hung in shame, hung in shame, hung in shame,

his face, I cannot see.

 

In the mirror, instead,

I look at my own,

at the elevator man in me.

*******

Six. A recorded voice announces.

The music stops.

From the white corridor, another shriek. 

An angel walks in,

clasps the elevator man's blue shoulder.

 

... Payvand News - 4/19/06 ... --



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