Payback Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Payback

Packing is great since
It helps us revisit
Under ash, the buried.

When tired of sorrow
And smile and the joy
Headed for the kitchen
Picked jar of artichoke.

Jar turned to crystal,
It took me into time
Of working for pizza.

Nader made great ones…

In Y. U. for degree,
Studied poetry.

A poem was of jar…

With an edge sat on earth
Yet it kept good balance.

Was full of metaphors
Of actions, reactions.

Hid masters and slaves
Never gave a reference.

Said ghosts of night letters:
"Hey, wake up brothers! "

Statues were defaced,
No one heard a whisper.

Molotov, not mentioned,
Reader saw the cocktail!

And I left small jars
On a bench, in the hall
Will it talk to someone?