That Egg Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

That egg

He stood and stared
Active were the pigeons
Around food; there to take.

Fell his jaw when observed
One among the pigeons
Wore something on its chest:
"It must be messenger! "

He murmured; sat silent…

Birds flew, here, there
That one was his target.

Suddenly fell the white
When the bird of concern
Took off to go away…

He, conscious, curious
Aimed to its direction…

It was egg
And in it a chicken
Not yet born, faced its death.

Sat tears in his eye
While talking in detail.

"Must have been pollution
Gluing the poor egg
To body of mother…"

He broke and shivered:
"Who the hell are we and
What the hell have we done? "

He comes of Kurdistan
That once was a heaven
With masses of mountains.