Malleable Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Malleable

With paddle in my hand
I flagged, showing paths,
Felt being smallest…

Saw the men with cranes,
Also, the thieves' ladder,
Large scissors, as cutter.

Curious, I observed…

In me boiled the question:
"Who did it, what happened? "

A cable had been cut
For copper, vandalized!

Witnessing work of thieves
Was the cause for searching
The right words, dictionaries.

Like always in my head
The crazy thoughts raced:
"Who are thieves?
Why did it?
Who will buy?
Is this kind of trade?
Steal, sell, process, recycle? "

Ran across many words:
Among them "Plunder, "
"Addiction" and "Pusher, "
Also, "Loot" after "Fence! "

The words made an army,
Each soldier was racing,
None of them replied the:
"What seed was planted? "

Took vodka, water, lime,
Set music, too loud,
Then ignored hellish life,
Malleable like dervish,
Repeated singing this:
"This is social sickness! "