In 80s Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In 80s

She was in her 80s; that all what there is
"She hardly got mixed up."
"She walked with tripod."
In her bed she was found
Her fat, flesh had vapored.
She was charred
She was cooked
To her bone she was burned.

They say, I, like a wall
Keep silent and listen

In my mind
Cat and mouse
(As it was, called natural, not today's cats and dogs in same den.)

There is a war
The Homer's Iliad
Ferdowsi's king and son

Of horse hoofs dust arise
Rivers run wave of blood
Sky cries

I am in the whale's mouth
Hurricane lifts me up
I'm question: "What is what? "

Then ponder
"In a house, all alone, did not talk, is burned down..."
And wonder
"Where is love, connections, relation, give and take? "

Comes drone
Comes comet
I'm awake
I see death with own eyes.
Love to go...love to die...