Alice Cry Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Alice Cry
Alice cry
We know of when we die; in the ground
Hopefully, will be food, of some-kind.
Problem is for now, when alive
We are sucked by leeches
By the thief we are robbed.
Both of them shamelessly:
“Nothing’s wrong.”
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: human nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Alice Munro is celebrated from 4 to 7 of June. I went to attend and bought ten roses for her. I gave it to the Clinton Town Hall so the girl in charge would hand it to her. Instead the flower was used for another writer who, like many, benefited from Munro's name and used the occasion...that made me really angry.
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