Trio Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trio

At the keys, I stare
See dance of his fingers
Japanese, he is and
One plays violin, other
Bass…

Story is simple
Complicated in its depth:
"Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence."

I feel a caress of
Softness, sounds
Search for calm…

Feel shiver
And sweat on spine
See a war, far, behind…

Bent, folded, are people
In blood, injured, dead
And their fat is melted
From bomb with circles
Of the waves of the hate…

I damn the politics
And becoming soldier
In fronts and trained:
"Go to kill…"
On return, veteran, if alive,
And hero of the war; if fallen.

And what for?

For a king or queen?
For PM, president?
Or for pope or mullah?

Damn you all!
Damn you all!
Damn you all!

I want my music by river
And the lakes with willow
When they kiss lips' surface…