Exurb Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Exurb



Exurb

The prosperous sunbathing of the rabbit
Is gone
The galloping of the bees around flowers
Is gone
The ground level window to the grass too
Is gone

Instead a door is opened to the basement
For rent
Tons of the scattered hazardous materials.
Is buried

In your corpse…

Mother
Mother
Mother

You know I love you more than any being
Yet I cannot help it but to hate your bastard
Even if from a forceful rape
By your own child
Scorched

I hate your industrialized child
The fossil products
Shapes in thin or thick plastics
Foams
Parts of doors
Pipes, paints
Buckets, shovels and…
You name it
I hate your bastard child
I hate your bastard child
I hate your bastard child
……
……
……

Friday, July 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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