Ending Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ending

'Once…' tells the story
'…wise was asked of a gift, '
King wanted to give him,
'Piece of land, sized skin, '
He replied.

Then took knife
Cut the ‘hide' into line
And gave it to the king's officials
'I want land in between.'
He replied.


Once I taught English
In one of evenings
Somehow I mentioned ‘noose'
One of men on the list
Was called in.

He went to single cell
Would be hung the next day
Was blamed for murder
But claimed innocent
I felt hell.


Yesterday received mail
A writer, film-maker was sender
She has gone on clouds
Cannot earn for her life
Is seeking others' help.


Life is tough with earning
So I need bull-skin
To cut it and then weave
A tough rope to hang me.

Around neck can tie knot
Go on roof and jump down;
Call it end; this is best.