Winter Then Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Winter then

When escaped ancestors
From the invaders
Had nothing with them but
Single shirt of cloth…

I ignore the name, fame
Am against all borders,
The living, not living
Are kind of siblings
Do not kill, suck blood!

Not just love and respect
Suffering ancestors
That always compare them
With friends, siblings,
Aboriginals and Natives
That are same, exactly.

I enjoy talking with
Our mother, most giving,
Passionate, kind "Nature."

"Forgive me my mother,
I eat your children,
But this is how you made, "
Said parents, ancestors
When had to eat flesh
Of sisters, brothers!

"Meat are leaves and grass
Meat are roots and trunks,
So, ask for forgiveness."

"Some of us roam and eat
The fruits, and, or leaves
And many in the ground
absorb the roots to bough."

"Supreme is Mankind, "
We are fooled in pride
Though we are brutal!

Observed calf looking out
Of the bars of the barn,
On ear had number,
Lots of words, all unsaid:
"You, vicious, murderer,
Cruel and bloodsucker! "

That took me to village,
To the hills, Oshkandeh
Dug by my ancestors.

They made a natural house
For sheep, goats, animals.

Entrance is huge
Has a hole through roof
And the walls are somehow
Magnetic of some kind…

For many, many years
Parents of my parents
To days not remembered
Used it in the winters.

Collected leaves, grass
And set it on wall-sides.

In the cold of winters,
When snow, ice covered,
This was warm, also safe
For the sheep and friends,
Goats that sheltered here.

The roof hole was open
To let air, circulate,
But locked was entrance,
With stones and the rocks.

In winters, animals
Ate from food on walls
That never slid, fall,
It came down gradual.