Not Ever Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Not Ever

Was small, know not of:
"How old, young? "

Saw the horse over there.

With legs tied, head in rein,
Her tail too, was knotted.

Then arrived somebody
With a rope and donkey.

The largest in village…

It was like theatre,
Written by Hemingway,
Matador's bullfighting,
Everything went perfect.

Two beasts of two tribes
Were forced to intercourse!

Maybe they too wanted
Partially…Willingly?

Saw mule after years,
Being used for harvest
And climbing mountain,
Four-legged was rebel,

The mule, disobeyed:
To follow the pathway:
"Bastard is on the edge! "
The rider felt scared
To look down at river.

From then to today
Keep asking a question:
"Should mule surrender? "

Answer came in vision:
"Die, never be slaved! "