War Hybrids Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

War hybrids

At their door statue of clown:
- "Go Away" …out of sight.

I ring bell, am waiting
-she opens and finds me
- (as if am crying.)

She wonders what show is
-I ask her: "Is for me? "
-and we laugh, laugh, laugh…

"No, no, no…" she whispers
- "I bought since my husband, "
-looks inside to make sure
-he is far, not in reach
- "…is bad with social life…"

Her name is a Greek
-I call her: "My cousin…"
-and give her the reason,
- "…the Greeks and Persians
-overran each other
-our blood is deep-mixed
-from two old nations…"

"Yes, Yes, Yes…"
-she approves
-and talks of DNA.

She took it and found out
-her Greek is less than …
-even forty percent
- "…the rest is Middle East…"

We hugged as siblings
-talked of how we are mixed
-and pure means nothing! ! ! ? ? ?

What is this ugly fight
-over we, you, and I?
- "Be against or with us! ! ! ? ? ? "