Chapman Report Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Chapman Report

Things stand in that time,
There and then
In form of portrait
As if in museum;
Louvre, London, Hermitage!

Two fingers
Thumb, index.
Holding hard
On a page;
Very firm,
Mean to turn…

Single page in the air
Like a knife on steak.

Never cuts…fell to death…
Heart attack and he died!

Coroner and police…
Autopsy:
-read and wrote of ISIS
-was shocked and stopped heart!

In the search of his room
On table, paper read:
-ISIS is…
Many dots…
Question marks…
Exclaims…
-poor, abused, is this name…
-goddess to Egyptians in old days…
-united two nations for research in space…
-Canada-USA
-and now a total shame…
- White House's politics of torture …
Left some lines as they are
-in blank…total white

At the end:
-God knows if…