Beet Juice Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Beet juice

For years I
‘When snows and comes ice, '
Think of roads; salt-dust, rust.

I question of road-salt:
"Where it runs…? "

Listened to radio
To same talk…

One mentioned the old days:
"On the roofs…"
Said garble, explained:
"Used beet juice."

This landed on my mind
Like the axe of Farhad
Carving things for his love
His Shirin; Bisotoon's.

Beet root and hay and
Things of old-time
Were far less hazardous
Than modern…

This-timers are just shame!
Example:
Find the oil in the farms
And trash all around
And the salt in the lake.

See results coming soon
For us or for our kids.

Don't talk of children!
"Loving them? "
This is a dirty joke
Let us not exclaim!