In Museum Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In museum

Wonder if like or not
Museums, world around.

Have been to Hermitage
As well as Louvre and lot
Of others, North and South.

Now, reading of bundle
Belonging to Big Bear
Sitting in USA
Forces me to have doubt,
Even hate
Going to museums.

Museums to me, are
Tombstones on graves.

All are cold and senseless
Like corpses inside them.

My sister, brother
As well as my parents
Were great
When hugged them,
And super in brain
When dream, remember.

Graves are good only
To stare at the names
Sitting in cold letters
To work as the trains,
Sea vessels or planes
And leap in yesterday,
All alive, together…

For me, Big Bear bundle
In US museum…
Is like wound in my head.

Want it in prairies
To rewrite history.