Killing Me Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Killing me

When dead are you and me
The room is full of "We."

She can cover, include
All pebbles on the hills
And the rocks of cliffs
Of ravines and valleys.

"We" will be Moby Dick
And mountains, and trees,
And the Moons, galaxies.

"We" will be the giraffe,
Camelidae, and zebras.

We will be elephants
And edges of deserts
Or the fords in rivers
Or the path in a cave.

Let the "We" be chickens
And eagles, bats, pigeons,
To peacocks, foxes, jackals.

Let the "We" grow tall
And cross the skies,
To mother a moon, Sun.

In the "We" must exist
Mixing wild, domestic.

Allow her majesty
To be the king and Queen
For homeless, poor, and rich.

Let her be the hybrid
Of deer, goats, and sheep.

Let us welcome the "We'
That will be if you, me,
Kill ego in ourselves.