What A Chain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

What a chain

Bin is full of the earth
It was dug to make door.

Each person with two eyes,
Nosily, curious is concerned
Stops looks, and questions:
“What is this? ”

Trees cut and bushes and a dip
Many guess: “is repair or a door.”

The owner, repair man are lying:
“There is leakage in system…”

The fact is much above; house bubble
Factories abandoned, investments have
Ended in the land…his purchase three
Times what it must…mortgage high
Wants to rent the basement…illegal.

I recall what Turk wrote of son’s shoes; hay-seller’s.

“He was a student; in nine moths
Wore his shoes, mother sad, asked
His dad and he got angry; a comment
‘In our time pair of shoes worked for years.’
Mother said: ‘he is good boy’ as always.

Man met the shoe seller, then maker
The chain was long to cow and leather
Thin, weak cow: “In those years…”

Cheating, theft is a chain, connected
The loser at the end is the first to start.

The owner, repair man and labors
On and on to trucks and trash and
The rest cheat and lie to jump tax.

So do the governments and lawyers
Students, professors…what a chain!