So What? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Eyelashes are like swords and daggers; hitting metals making sound
Teardrops frozen in the cold, granules

Still is twilight as it was when the bird birched on branch in singing
Sang Ghazal like Iraj for river, Esfahan

Lonely is Moon’s crescent. It is like finger nail; freshly manicured
Colorless as a dead; laid in the morgue

Radio reportage on weather; maritime to expect lots of windy snow
On truck, two mudguards read ANRA

And so what
And so what
And so what

Says homeless (once father and husband, now old man, fallen rain)

And so what
And so what
And so what

He wants death; (I want it before fall on the road unable to get up)

It’s our fault
It’s our fault
It’s our fault

Says the young man’s report “A teamwork research; they need us”

He’s deprived of the songs
And the moon that he likes
Also shiny stars, in the sky
And the walk of the dawns
And seeing his loved ones

And so what
And so what