Altercation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Altercation
Altercation
Here, there, under dunes
Buried are, husks of hope.
“Rain will come.”
They whisper: “wait for drop.”
He, a husk
Wanted to, save a child
Was punished, curb stomp.
Curb stomp and coma
Unconscious, in bed now.
You witnessed in silence?
Shame on you Edmonton.
Love and hope now talks not.
What a shame; feel sweat in spine.
White and flat with snow
Wait for best; the Grande Prairie.
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