Golden Bird Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Little bird can you talk?

Can you say what happened?
What went on? At what time?

Little bird with head bald, featherless, golden wings, yellow tail

Can you say what you are?
Why here; and after what?

Little bird on the sand
On the marbles, gravel
Did you run into glass?
Cold, tried to get warm?

Little bird with claws crooked
Your legs are dried, eye socket

Empty

Had you had fled?
Escaped of a cage?
When you died?
How you died?

Little bird on marbles
Do you like your bed?
Your bed is on a roof.
Long ago it was rock
In past a rolling stone

This is life
“Forced to come, forced to go”
Life is cheap, world is a bitch.

Seeing you little bird
Heart throbs very fast
I feel dead; sure dead.