Elevator Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Elevator

She came in with husband in wonder
Mouth open felt as if "What the hell! "

In my hand, on napkin, on booklet
Peeled skin, potato's and the egg's

My hair grey, theirs black as crows'
My mid part is as woman, pregnant
Their bellies are stuck to backbones

Their thinking world apart from mine
"We're killers of the world and waters
The skin should be food for the birds."

Her look talks clear "He must be crazy"