A Shameful Assassin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A shameful assassin

Wooden turned to the zinc; then steel
Why did I waste a fork and napkin?
Truly shame on me.

Each time I, use washroom
See trash in the bins
I get gas or benzene
Angry; I hate me.

In my mind I take leap
To old days; I can see
Wide open toilet faces east
Behind it, pile of earth.

The earth was absorbing
No flush; instead…
It became, the fertile.

Soorooveh; we named it
It was hill; in forming
We took and, gave
To earth.

Now we eat and choke it
By using plastic
Trees are processed
To write on, or napkin.

Mother Earth; what are we?
Open mouth; and take me.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m sorry.

Let me go; not to be
A shameful assassin.