Bathurst Sparrows Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bathurst sparrows

Not yet six and Bathurst is bats’ nest
One must see, or observe bats in hats

Buried were in the caves
For long time, for ages

They had been displaced
Own actions and own way

Change of faith, and renamed
Even called: “God killers”.

Then God died with Nietzsche
Redefined morals, faiths

Dead came back, of graves
They left dark, of the caves.

Swallows round their nests
West sky in color of sunset

Long are coats and black
Simple shirts, pure white
Hats trays in them bowls
Every bowl upside-down.

On men sides hang Tzitzits.
Of ‘Numbers’ come String,
Reminders with their fringe
Purity of a child, the virgin.