Bumblebee Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bumblebee

Season is spring
-in waiting are trees
-for the john or the pimp
-to start right flirting
-pollinate for making.

Silence and silence and
-traceless sound of "Wizz" …

The roots too, feel fresh
-with the Earth's breath;
-try to move, yawning,
-but cannot, are stuck!

The worms disappeared
-are killed by poisons;
-must crawl to plow,
-smoothen the pathways.

Early birds have returned
-hungry; to their nests.

Buds and roots and the birds
-united, all of them
-and kneel, facing heavens
- "Please, God, lovely Lord
-reward us with the change,
-end us, or, kill mankind! "

Poet too is with them
-against the human.

What the hell is use of
-this B. S., brutal?

Look at the so-called farms
-harvested seeds, crops
-and cover your face to
-cover eyes, use wisdom
-to draw lines, pictures
-of the tipsy rivers, creatures…