Where Are The Men? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Where are the men?

I feel him in same boat
Both are old
Shattered-worn; unable and beaten
Of the wife-children; is on side; unable with no job
At his door; like bellboy, I stop.

In morning
Doors open women come; all sizes and ages, all made-up
(Once he went in suit-tie, shining shoes)
Now women, thin and tall; fat and short
Even one with her cane

In my mind moves flood
Melting snow in the sun; runs water
Down the hill of the thoughts
Deep slope of the age
Characters of the time and culture

"What a change! "
Is flame, is smoke
In stove and chimney
And I burn and I think
"What a change! "