Organic Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Organic

We converse
(I and grass)

“I fed you.” I smile.
“With poison? ” grass frowns.

“With tissue of paper, ”
“Are you a fool? ”
“That is tree, from wood.”
“And chemicals to whiten, ”
“Tell me then...”
“That’s poison.”

I stand embarrassed.
“Not even my water, the raindrops...”
Grass talks as teacher:
“...is organic; all artificial.”
I listen mesmerized.
“Your life is
Chemicals, pollutions,
Everywhere from air to the ground...”

All ashamed
I am gone
My head down
Like a dog with its tail