Her Eyes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her eyes

Eager to see her eyes
I followed hoof-steps.

Turned the knob at the gate
And walked to Vanessa.

Well-aware of my wish
Locked the door, led the way.

My dear was in pen,
Surrounded by fences
And looked like Windigo.

Story has it that
At time of Frog Lake
Old woman had claimed:
"I need White man's flesh! "

So, her head was smashed!

My dear, stood there
Wearing rings and laces.

Is badly brainwashed:
"Be friend with robot,
It gives you grass and
Cleans your tits, breast."

She is milked times again
Until her days will end!

To me, she, and her eyes
Are no more nice, bright
To be shown in movies
For telling stories…

Felt sorry for the cow
And repacked camera.

Now, maybe, possibly
Make Kubrick's Odyssey!