Weather Bomb Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Weather bomb

All the sites, stations
-write and talk to declare:
- "Is cold in Arctic way! "

They warn old and the young
- "Stay in…don't go out…"

Is not cold that kills me
-but coldness.

Is not she that kills me
-but is her ignorance.

Is not love that kills me
-its absence causes death.

Why to shout of a bomb
-that freezes the air
-with a low temperature?

Why forget the culture
-of Igloos built on ice
-by using ice-blocks?

Inside them full of warmth
-from hearts of the hosts
-devoted with kindness
-giving best reception.

Their death is what kills me!