Asparagus Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Asparagus

List in hand went shopping,
Bread, yogurt, broccoli,
Olives, orange, and banana,
With cabbage and asparagus.

Suddenly soared my thoughts,
Lingered in Pacha-Mamma.

And we walked to Nazca,
(Home to the mystic lines,)
Entered farms of Co-ops.

The Blacks, imported by Spain,
Were forced to work, no rest,
Like the lizards in the sun,
The rulers saw slaves as horses.

My trip took place after years,
Long after the first slaves,
And kids of those slaves,
Even their children,
Parents of the descendants,
They lived like their ancestors!

Came to me, a hybrid, Latino,
Spanish speak the Mestizos:
"Tienen grand manos y pies! "

The Blacks plow as do oxen:
"En Las Vegas, Cuidarte! "

Here, we remain unaware,
Latino is our man, a hired,
To select, pack, and send,
The shipment by airplanes!

Tore apart asparagus's paper,
Read the codes, I deciphered,
Came from the same place,
Felt the green in had faded,
Tasted bitterness of a venom!