American Widow Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

American widow

Trees tall
Sky is powerless, pale and light
I feel the maid of mist
Is in heart.

A widow has claims, wants blood
“My husband was killed, died.”
She says so; her index indicates
A young boy who threw grenade.

Scottie I become, Vertigo.
(A victim of the heights)

Fading are flowers
God has died, so have faiths
Human, meaningless.

Her husband a soldier, professional
Went to kill, bombs and guns
This is how she was fed
Of blood; she is a vampire.

I am dumb,
And so are some comments
We must know
She is an American domestic animal
Her vision has limits
Bounded by I and I, all sides I.

I feel shame to speak
Same God-damn language.