Khorramshahr
He
A colleague
An ex-Kurd
With his wife
From Shiraz
Heart of gold
Hands clouds
Rained always
His feet wind
Broke my heart
I cried as he talked:
She, wife to an officer
Forcedly now displaced,
Imposed war, a refugee
Her home far, and fallen
She landed in guest house
Her husband, in navy
Stood back
Saving the, once it was
As was trained
She
The wife of patriot
Well trained
"You are a martyr's wife
Will be saved, and honored."
"Sleep if, want get Kotex! "
She bled, more, doubled
Red became white skirt,
His heart, mine, like glass:
"Is this right? "
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