On The Surface Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

On the surface

One of the best poems
Ever seen, to have read,
Is from a poet, in Persian;
The poet is Sales and compares
The lives of dogs and wolves.

The First live in the warmth
With their food, given and
Safe from the storm, blizzard
That rule the farms, plains.

The other has never
A cover or shelter;
Can die in the mountains
By thunder and hunger.

"But we have freedom…"
Say the wolves
"Freedom has its cost…"
Suddenly comes the shot;
Hits bullet on the side…
Calligraphy in blood:
"Freedom, freedom."

Engraved is poem
In body and my thoughts.

I write of the wolves and
Their cousins, or the dogs.

Scattered and many, prior,
Latter is one percent.

Proudly I am of,
Hope to be, and must be,
One of wolves because I
Am broke, on the run…

Read and laugh at army
When helping RCMP
Chase, tickle the surface.