Her Cremation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her Cremation

I do not remember
If saw her, knew her.

But she was a colleague
With a paddle, yellow suit
That I call banana…

We do what police des
Handling traffic…

But not I!

I, mostly, help the team
With whom we are working,
From digging to pulling,
Even to celebrate occasions.

But Amy is no more,
She is dead, she is gone
And Kathy is writing
A note for eulogy!

With tears on her face,
Kathy said:
"She copied, mimicked me,
And bought a blue dress,
She'll wear it when she is
In the oven, being cremated! "

And I see behind these
Far away where the sun
Kisses the edge of Earth,
Horizon, horizon…

Dizzy and vertigo, I question:
"What is this?
Why happens?
Overdose and crimes?
Mass murders, genocide?
The dictator mullahs! ! ! ? ? ? "
No reply…feel drunk…