Hanger Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hanger

Once the two, hen, rooster
Hatched and raised in hanger
Had a chat; intimate.

“I was asked a question.”
“Who, when, what, how was it? ”
“Felt so dumb, no answer.”

His head and his crown he lowered.
Like a dog, tail between his hind legs
After fight or losing, hopeless; failed.

“Well tell me what it was, I may know.”
“I suspect but I will; was some chick;
She or he questioned me: ‘who are we? ’”

“We have had no elders…”
“And we are the elders…”
“Never thought until now.”

“Let’s go back deep in life…”
“I recall when was born, I fell down…”
“A tube and slid into box…”

They sat, talked, mainly thought.
“What is this, how was it? ”
“I don’t know, but l I know I lay eggs.”

In hanger I was guest, overheard.
I saw same, Woodstock, in reserve.
I shouted: “No blame my friends.
Shameless are, makers of the hanger.”