Night Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Night

In his hand
Pick, saw, sand
And he is on his path
Crossing lakes, farmlands

“And where to? ”
Someone asks.

“To find night.”
“Night is mine.”
“I am nights’.”
“I hate sun and sunshine.”
“I hate lights.”
“I love guess.”

Then went on
He compared
Day and night
Past and now

“When science was obscure
Church and mosque, superstitions
Unaware ordered, ruled.
We had God; unseen, kind.
He was so powerful; could do all.
Our laws came of cultures.
Fear meant having shame.
In hiding did the wrong.
Had fear, being seen or exposed.
We had fun; games of love, and crime.
Now neighbors, everyone is a bitch.
Each of them is naked set for sex in open.
Democrats, we are free
We curse, shout, openly; to all laws.
I want dark and hiding.
That keeps me in guessing.
I’m going to the east.
There, sun-sets early; first.
I hate West’s late sunset.
I will choose my own death.
Pharaoh loves pyramid; pouring sand.”