Poem 1
On the skin of our house
Grows abundant strong hair
Serpents lurk around them
lurk around and around
they eat and drink the roots
of the extra strong hair
beneath the roof
Children suck the sap
of
Fathers and mothers who
hide themselves beneath the floor
maladies are sucking at the roots of trees
We are seeing
We are closing our mouth's
we simple are waiting
waiting
waiting
until we have dug our own grave.
dear Azadeh, Sense is beautifully embedded in your poem.