Fire Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fire

Serene Life, heavenly
All neighbours elderly
And mostly, are Chinese
Fallen teeth, grey hair to whitish
In circle, scattered stretch in mornings
Eye to eye, some of them cannot see.

They fold, bend, left and right
Sheepishly game goes on
On leaders’ basilect.

Suddenly the siren
Gaucherie announcement:
“There is fire.”
The sound of crickets
Pierce the mid-ear.

Come three red trucks;
Carefully observe, watch.
No police, ambulance
(As it is standard)

Ignorance?
Or the old is worthless?
I wonder, Mesmerized.