Lingering Odor Of Cut Grass Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I hear
With the cells of my nostrils
And I see
With the same

I see the grass cry
Grass’s shed, tear

What did I do to you but creating sight and giving you air, the pure oxygen as you need?

Grass
Complains

I see
I hear

I am the judge
Jury
Witness
And, the prosecutor

I lift my gavel
Bang

The court has concluded

“Guilty is human of unawareness/selfishness…the exploited grass too, must live and die freely”