Reckless Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Reckless

Lost in books, articles
At home and far away
Find me in Frog-Lake.

Stand by mass-grave
With lovely brothers
Lost in thoughts
Of Big Bear, Poundmaker.

"Was it a massacre? "
I ask me and wonder…

Then read on
Turn pages…

Feel dizzy, in clouds;
Why does it look like fog?

Swim in lonely eyes
Of butchered and extinct
Buffalo in the park…

Millions is spent
With efforts to revive
The king of Prairies
That brought livelihood
With its meat and skin…

Now the hunt and hunters
Are pushed in prisons
One is called "The Park" and
Another: "The Reserve! "

Fly to Persian Gulf
My eye is in White House
Which, looks like old London
Committing crimes and
Supporting criminals
Who murder, then butcher
In Turkey and Yemen and Bahrain
In dreams, fly with Wandering Spirit…