I Killed Him Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I killed him

Not proud, not ashamed:
-he confessed: "I killed him! "

Good or bad, right or wrong
-we were, both, behind bars
-we spoke for long times
-must have been to his shop
-he had it where I lived quite long…
-student, teenager, very young…
-have ears; are well-paved
-for any vehicle carrying story
-of our lives, history…
-his was kept in sealed box
-he had killed his own son
-how could I, anyone be the judge
-listeners were puzzled as was I

"I came back from work
-son, mother, quarrelled
-with threat to kill her! "

"…was addict, heroine…
-needed much narcotics,
-people were aware so
-watched him and were
-conscious…"

Fatherly he spoke
-and ashamed of his son
-"…shop lifted and stole…"

Later on when young man
-found deprived of each chance
-returned home to mom's cash
-used threat yet plead, used tricks …

That time when dad arrived
-heard the son talk to mom
-he grabbed him by neck…

I listened, no comment!