Help...Sos...Mayday... Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Help...Sos...Mayday...



HELP…SOS…MAYDAY…

A dandelion I am
A piece of hay, I feel
A particle, I can be
The same is a cork on oceans’ waves
Lost
Lost
Lost

Dracula, Pope, Christianity, religion in general, right and wrong…
I am; a particle, I can be
Lost
Lost
Lost

Romania, Rome, Lima, Peru
Tortures
Church, churches, the San Francisco Convent or Monastery in Lima,
And whom is it named after…?
Francisco Pizarro’s lost head?

The foetuses’ bones in monasteries, in schools, religious boarding schools;
The adulterers’ semen and…the buried children,

Right, righteousness

A particle, I can be
Lost
Lost
Lost

Vlad, the Prince of Wallachia and popes do the same
Romania’s become Dracula
Luther says: “the latter is not saint…”

Saints are meaningless as is the cross,
Roman symbol of torture turned saint
I can be a particle,
Lost
Lost
Lost…
HELP…SOS…MAYDAY…

Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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