His Body Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

His body

In many of the faiths
Ignored are the graves.

They advise natural life,
Being food for the wild.

I heard of Zoroastrians,
My, oldest ancestors
Having left their corpses
For the foxes, vultures…

Since never encountered
Any of ancestors
Could not ask for reason
Of such a behavior
Enriching old culture.

Parents of my parents,
Forcefully converted,
I was born a Muslim…

From the First Nations,
My dear, good friends
I hear almost same,
Same as my ancestors.

We are born of nature
And to her, we return,
So must be devoted.

I may die in river
Or plain or desert,
Let me disintegrate
And become particles.

If graves are fashion,
Why not for Bin Laden?

That makes me think of dogs,
Bark near master, house,
Yes, same is the White House.