Degrading Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

It is morning,
Roads all wet,
They are damned.

Wipers wave,
Some, “Hello”
Some, “Good bye”
Some, “Not I”

Cars and trucks,
Everywhere, all around
Traffic Jammed.

CBC Radio.
In Current,
Says poet:
“10%,
I’ve been there.”

Words heavy,
Words unfair,
Words unjust,
Like taboo,
Piercing like tattoo,
In interview:
“Unemployed! No income! No shelter! ”
“How can I tell my friends? Who can help? ”
Like sky in hiding, embarrassed,
They all cry.
“Did you go? Did you ask? ”
In her job of today, poet acts.
“Yes I did! Degrading…”
“It is shame! ”

“10%,10%,10%”,
She was there! She is them!
They are her! ”
Ad mentioned for today,
Current show of today.

In news:
“November, more Jobs cut, more jobs gone.”

“Unemployed …
Alcohol, Tobacco, ”
Man confessed,
“That is where money goes.”

It is cold.
It is grey.
Neither rain,
Nor snow,
But a mix,
It sleets.

Angels gone,
No skin, no flesh,
Like sky,
Hairs are gone,
Regardless of color,
being gold, being black; or mishmash.
All covered.
All shattered.
Not a chance for a look,
To stare at her fair,
make her blush.
Radio,
And a song,
And of theft,
“Oh, pardon”
“I stole tomatoes, out of need”
And he sings,
Sings indeed,
Funny, sad,
A child song,
“Macaroni …”

Unemployed
Dead sky,
Cold winter,
Muddy tracks
And sleets and …and…,
Bad weather,
And the news,
All are bad,
All are sad.
Degrading,
Our poet,
Lorna knows.