Witch Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Witch

Who did this?
The old witch?
Or the kids?

Where are those tall buildings?
(Visible from far; in full height.)

How could they have shrunk?

They seem as if were cut
By scissors of a child…

Uneven with the waves…

Can it be Bin Laden?
Did he have a new game?
Another September-Eleven?

Who sat in those planes?
Few young and tired?
Revenging a West End?

Why sky is grey?
Where are lights?

Who threw hey in the air?
Or are they dandelions?

Nothing is visible, clear
All seem like wet paper
Scratched, crumbled…
With color and water!

Oh, nature
Oh, nature
Oh, nature

Clouds have descended
A thick fog rules the world
Ambiguity with secrets
Has turned the walk into art…