Saskatchewan Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Saskatchewan

Years ago, not too long
There was a, hospital
On Queen,9-9-9

As claimed everyone,
In a way, was mental.
Facts differ: “it was not.”

Days ago, it is said:
“A man killed, girlfriend,
Children, then himself. ”

Some call this a mental
Like the one in Quebec
Like the one, Ottawa’s

I am lost, bite finger.
Each drop of blood
Is bitter and question.

What is this?
Who is right?

Voice steams
Voice is fog.

“Ignore them; all are wrong.
Open gates, free herds, shift place
Unaware powerful; and doctors
They deserve the inside.”