Ironic Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ironic



Ironic

It is good not to be part of this ‘Ironic’
Iron heart, tongue sweet.

It is good to lay down your head and
Not wake up.

Volcano to fossil, earthquake or flood
All rubble or washed out.

Or maybe like the moth on the wall to
Be sucked in vacuum.

That would be the end of ‘Ironic’

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