Bullet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bullet

Someone talked.

Was in words, in verses or prose?
Or was it…?
Do not know, don’t recall.

But it was from heart
Exactly what I want:
“Don’t fence me; leave me loose! ”
The whisper was in me
Treasured and scared
Around it my flesh; a serpent.

I love to be free; even if cars hit me
Even if cold kills me.

I like wolves; wilderness
Love among ugly ones,
Bores’ attacks, on the run
Hate the dogs; hate swine.

Shoot bullet in my heart
In brain; stop thoughts.
Hang me in deepest well
Or head down from wall.

But tell me I’m free.

Love to die when I walk
Stroll, on the run
Hate being behind bars
That I am…cage is large.