Halifax Crime Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Halifax crime

Taghar was container of clay
Inside glazed.

Came bike man
Layers of trays on his head

On trays were Taghars
On saddle small pots
Peddled bike

Like Mill-Men of old days
He was clown
Yoghurt in containers; all over
Horse buried head to tail

Group shared
Not alone
"Single", "I"

Now reverse
Work to food to living
All "Single", "I"
Friendship virtual
"Internet"

The kids are dangerous.
What is wrong?
Who is true criminal?
Halifax; Valentine, I cry.