Hymn Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hymns

Most houses have a yard
-in the back or front

Bundled up
-mostly men
-some women
-hold brooms
-and sweep
-fill the bags
-with contents

The masses of the dead
-fallen leaves of autumn
-they vary in colours

I hear treble and the bass
-of the fallen fall's leaves
-singing both solo and
-the groups' choirs…

Soon will be picked up and
-removed and squeezed
-in trucks, compressed
-and set up for an end
-to become the compost

I hear inside me
-the voice of my conscious
- "This is you after death! "