In Kitchen Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In kitchen

In kitchen; by cooker
-converse man and kettle:
- "Don't you get tired of…? "
-asks kettle, in calmness.

Silver and shiny and water filled
-with bare head, no top, lid.

Runs water into sink
-and the man is waiting:
- "Let water be clean…"

No flame, gas, or wood
-he tuns right one of keys
-and clicks for warming.

"Don't you get tired of…? "
-asks again the kettle…

In own world each of them
-have two mouths, no ear.

"Are you deaf or selfish? "
-asks silver while heating.

Heat enters its bottom,
-cell to cell, everywhere
-in body, then water;
-at the verge of boiling
-like blood in old, young
-in Today's Toronto…
-which is hot as deserts
-under sun, in summer…

Month of June is ending
-Twenty and eighteen.

Dead are cold, ice, snow
-Pole-City is burning
-before some celebrate
-Canada's next Birth-Day.