Whales Beached In Chile Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Whales beached in Chile

Pacific and I am in body of the whale after loss
Lost the game.

In me rings a message, a vision and advice:
“Better die…”

Cautiously, as did the prophets
I turn to a shepherd in plain and desert
talk to well; end in cave.

And message:
“Die before it is late…”

Like Mary having bulged
I sit in loneliness till he comes.
helpless I, and hopeless.

And in mind:
“honour and, pride and; the respect…
worthless now…”

I cry:
“I want my dignity, freedom…”

Echo says:
“Then go die.”