Morning Music Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Morning music

Was making sandwich
-a pita, feta cheese
-and some herbs
- (my habit)

This is my breakfast
-the doctors' enemy

In kitchen saw and felt
-cotton fields and slaves
-in Andes, almost same
-coca leaves

Sad, it was amusing
-the dusk and sun falling
-coming down of angels
- (of enforced religion)

Tall and thin and unfed
-danced and sung the slaves
- (one more day had ended)

But here, in hiding
-my mind was in painting
-images for the eyes
-to guess, "are existing! "

Cockroaches sang and danced
- "Food, food, food is coming, "

They said so since I was
-too lazy to clean
-the metal silver sink
-the way I should have been.