Treasure Island

Nassy Fesharaki

(Dec 29 / Iran)

Abortion


Abortion

My palm full
To my nose is an arm
All’s Stench
“What a smell! ”

Like snake
My tongue out
Made to touch
“It tastes hell! ”

That was oil
Thin carbon

From the bush
From the trees
Or mammoths
Like you, me

Compressed
Millenniums

What a shame
Mother’s womb
Cracked, parted
Aborted is fetus

Look is foul
Taste is foul

Most of all
Act is foul

Seven sisters
It was shame

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 04, 2014

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