Hermit Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hermit

In search of my path far
Far away and distanced
Of dirty, nasty man;
I am lost and afraid
In the sun, of the gun,
No breath, have no hope
Face is wet with sweat,
Eyes blur, mask tears.

Can you help?

No, no, no, not even a trace
Particle, or dust of article
Of Adam or of Eve,
(Or monkey of Darwin)

Virgin is what I want, a fresh, brand new
For hermit, curfew.
See no man; be proud, in prime.

Can you help?

Man stinks, is dirty
Amplifies, magnifies, overdraws,
If needed, in favor

Man stinks, is dirty
Downplays, understates and so on.
If needed, in favor

I want path to my death
Without filth, of mankind.

Can you help?

Man is least signified in my life,
Want to lie underground.

Help me find, a hermit.