My Wife Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My wife

"My wife…" he says as bomb blasts
-I hide me in trench of the war
-in Europe, World War One

His aim, war's
-breaking
-families, Ottomans
-beat, beat, beat, kill, kill, kill
-destruct, shed blood
-make a world based on lies
-like Brits to Greeks
-"You will get a large part…"

None true, all ego, selfishness
-in times this greed is, called "pride"

Elephant of Europe falls to knees
-land, arrive the vultures and foxes
-hyenas and wild dogs to the worms
-each of them wants a part

Too many are mandates and borders
-friendships, enmities as is his with his wife…

"I was well-respected…" he goes on
-"…till brought her here to find me behind bars…
-…no friends and no guests…always an excuse…
-…she is sick or tired, or has her period…
-…would you call this hell life?
-…and cannot divorce her, have two sons…"

I listen patiently, am a rock on a hill
-looking down to hear a current in valley
-it is far, seems smooth and running flatly
-but in fact if approach, is roaring

His words, pains, complains
-shows me in own mirror
-I have come uniting
-face checklist of no guests and friends
-to sit and have a chat, possibly have dinner…