Burn It Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Burn it

Obviously confirms
The law of righteousness:
"Theft is bad, dishonest! "

But you are known to me
And to those who may read
These lines or more, further,
Thanks to theft of robber!

You had book of poems
"Young Emma, " was its name.

Gave to Cape, Jonathan:
"Can publish, get it out."

Later, you changed your mind:
"No, no, no, burn it all! "

Thanks to him my friend
I know you very well.

He was thief, kept copies
Said nothing about it
Till with Shaw, when you died!

Book was there while Helen,
Your wife, main character
Of the book of poems,
Was living, not graved.

Thanks to thief or robber
I know you, brother
And think of tramping
As you did for living…

Believe me, do not care
If I, too, lose my leg!
I like life when moving,
Even if by rolling
As pebble, in brutal current
Till am sand, or a dune in desert.