Delusion Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Delusion

Dead bodies all around
In water, on the walls, on ground

Is this what must happens
to a mass overgrows?
Is this what must follow
be and should, take place?

Is this false, or natural?
Is this of multiply?
Hunger of the locust,
Come storm, sudden nil; never was.

The sounds of CBC and CD
English and Cree
And the thought of Essay
On Poma, that Guaman
The budget; elections, on the way
Tricks, for fooling and, a stage for show-off,
Thunder and hurricane, curved funnel
Its head is a needle digging ground
Old woman is knitting; repairing the worn out; stitching
Huge mouth;
Large whirlpool

Dark clouds, hide in horse
Warriors; Trojan
Helen lies in the bed
Paris lost
Shame or fame?

Wrote E. M. Forster
He called it: “Howards End”
Delicate is Woolf’s Waves
Marx. Hegel are at fight
Derrida, Saussure and, Benjamin
Jean Paul Sartre; oh, ants, worms
Hunting birds, damn you all,
Damn you rain, damn you cloud.
Where is sun, shining bright?
Come wisdom with reply…