Who Am I? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Who am I?

And who am I?
Cold, deep, dark and sandy is the bed
Of ocean
In the reefs, and crates and lavas
Frozen like Andes and Alpine, Himalayas
Particle and a cell
Not atom; positron, super-string
What am I?
Floating like a ship; crew-less
I am lost and have lost, blackjack and poker and pinball
I am drunk to no sound
What am I?
A mirage in desert in the sun and a bird next to pond
That is not
Not-being; not at all
Not even a dream
Confused; just question:
What am I?
Destroyed are ethics and morals
Destroyed is respect, so are the books and orals
The true history
Not even stories
No epic, No lyric, No fables
Screwed to my side is a bulb
I'm Lamp-Post; for the light
I am trunk
Cut off from the roots without bough
Darkened with bitumen not a hole
For a worm, for a wasp, for a fly
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
Loneliness is the king; everyone is solo
Isolates like a dog
Piece of bone, runs away
"This is mine; leave me alone."
Who am I?
Who are they?