Thanks To Her Eagles Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Thanks to her eagles

Is Sunday,
Slept late,
I write of
The Eagles
In midday.

In Texas of that year
I went to watch a fair…

Bottles sat on table,
Paid money to agent,
Confident I was that
Could drop some to win!

Balls in hand
Got busy
Aiming and throwing.

Heard a voice behind me
Somebody was cursing
Turned around
No one there except for
Young woman
Pregnant…

"Are you talking to me? "
I questioned!

"Sure, "
She said and meant it!

"With these games, handlers
Fool people, the dumbest, "
She replied, was honest…

Then talked of her father,
Son of one who handled
Similar and same games:
"This is like casino
Handlers are winners! "

Talks deepened, in detail
She preached, explained…

Agreed to meet again
So, gave me her address!
I took out a napkin
She wrote with lipstick!

Bought a cake on my way.

Then,
Young man of nineteen,
Air cadet,
Was under training,
I could have, possibly…

Her covered furniture,
With cloth, cheap cushion.

Abandoned fixing roof:
"Must pay tax if through! "

Had pride, tiger, poor,
Had knowledge, aware too.

First teacher in Texas,
Out Lackland's class!

Vietnam was fresh
As was the JFK…

Confident, had her way,
She lectured with manner,
My judgement had gone to:
"She must be socialist,
If not a communist! "

Showed me the in and out
Of dungeon shanty house
With pile of dishes
In the sink of kitchen:
"We have no hot water! "

Being too young and male
Thought of her as woman,
Wondering if for sale!

Drove me to time when
I met her in the fair,
Vietnam, Soviets-USA,
Murder of JFK…

Her tongue was a mirror
Of her heart, clear,
Comparing two powers:
"In fight of Bear-Eagle
Only one ends winner! "

Taught me more of eagles,
Their eggs, chicks, or eaglets,
And fight for dominance:
"Only one ends winner! "

I must and will always
Think of her as mentor.

Thank you, my teacher,
Thank you, my sister,
Thank you, the learned.

I had to leave behind,
A book that she had signed.

Had to run and escape
The war for dominance
Between dirty powers!

I feel sad, embarrassed,
But had to run away,
From the mean fire.

Sorry, I am ashamed!
Sorry, I am ashamed!

Hear her forgiving
Powerless pawn like me.

Is aware that members
On plains of chess game,
Are same as greyhounds,
Nothing but fetching dogs!

Innocents are the tools,
If bomb, or jet, drone!

The evil is mankind
In power that corrupts
And ego that adds up!