A Table For Two Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A table for two

I am in Vancouver
And a guest to friend.

On the sixteenth floor
A woman will be host.

The place is small
A bed, TV, in hall.

Table is for two and
Am begged to feel at home.

Ready is her food and
She brings, shake her hands.

For years has been here
Not married, not ever,
In age of eighty-four,
Lives alone, retired.

My words are lost, escaped,
Do not know what to say!

Think about rich and poor
Think of weak, powerful
Think about the borders
Think about governments.

Think and think, swallow
How can I enjoy food?

Messy are world and life,
Who made it? Is there God?

Embarrassed, want to die
The hell with living, life.

Now look at squirrels
In grass, on trees
Like being one of them,
Hope to die and, soonest.