Conversation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Conversation

Lamb and I had a talk
Eye to eye
Mine hazel his yellowish brown.

I asked him to start:
"I am lamb as you know, "
He replied very calm.

"Sure I do; and what more? "
"For good, bad, I am the sacrifice."

We had a sad, funny dialogue.
We were two in define
Very same earthy life
Very same in divine
Born to die...
Worst ever come and go
Unaware at coming
Even worse on depart.

"But you…"
"You…"
Said each side…

And result?

I too am kind of lamb
A donkey, a mule or chicken
Maybe cow
Born to eat and grow
Carry load,
Or be milked
Die or killed.

What at end?
We are just pieces of buried shit.