Boiled Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Boiled

They talk of children
To unwed, wed mothers,
I'm tired in kitchen!

Inside pot boils water
With bubbles
Potatoes, six-seven

I do so to save them!
Hear my deep inside:
-saving them?

Light-brown sprouts
Boiled and cooked
I hear in my head:
-you killed those:
-foetuses, toddlers?

And recall Karakul…

Pregnant sheep is killed
For the sake of skin
Of her child!

I see it as crime…

I hear the echo in my mind:
-you killed mom and the child!
-did you not?
-but not sheep, potato
-it is same

Dreadful…Brutal…
I feel and fear and yet go on…
Peel the killed one by one…
The voice says:
-what is wrong with drone?
-why not you be target of ISIS. Taliban?
- Kremlin? Or White House?
-Israel? Or Iran?
-you choose your murderer as you want! ! !