A Phone Call To Middle East Poem by mohammad ahmadizadeh

Old lady sitting
on the worn armchair
staring at the end table
in the corner

the birds
spreading fear
invading skies
have nested in her eyes

loud thunders
were heard

fearful glances
flew from their nests
worried eyes
were turned through window
to the cloudless sky

phone rang
she hurried to the corner
lifting up the receiver

and a terrible blowing up
while warplanes
moving off in the sky

the person
on the end of the line
was still screaming

mom, mom!
do you hear me?