Must Commit Suicide Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Must commit suicide

Called and called
-many times
-regardless of how, why
-no reply…

Either phone is not paid
-or has changed, new one
-could not get to Marv's son
-who also…

Finally, too worried, drove in
-passed the gate to address

Cannot say what I felt
-to see him sitting there
-next to him a woman
-blue her cloak and
-she, Black

She told me that was nurse
-Marv behind stroller
-his face filled with wrinkles
-in less than single year
-he has aged, hundred
-patient of amnesia, Alzheimer

And he is forgotten
-by all the old friends

This is the fucking life
-here in Canada
-the so called civilised
-hellish is Westernised

Seeing him took me to
-wishing to, go get lost
-before comes the same shit
-must commit suicide