Woodcutter Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Woodcutter

Lives alone in Izba
Hates the Earth and Sky
Cannot see lions, bears,
Neither birds nor beavers;
Defecates and with it
Forms a life, in times, eats.

Lunatic is alone
Brainless without mind.

Was born pimp, son of pimp
No respect, dignity, humanity.

He lives with axe and saw
Heads dickheads, wildly shouts:
"From this contract, we are out
From that agreement, we are out."

Kills and cuts freedom and pride.

If ever I find him
Out of his Izba house
And without his chainsaw,
Will try, though have doubt,
To show him social life
With freedom around
And flying in love, not plight…

He goes out
Finds trees upon which
Depend world and our lives
And laughs wild
Cuts and cuts, cuts and cuts.

His friends, if any
Are the ones
With venom, poison;
Torturers, murderers
Brainless dictators
That stink with stench
Of dead fish and skunk.