I Am Oil Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I am oil

Roads zigzag and felt maze
in backyard of a house single light
and stood a man in red and white
his cap red, beard long and wool-like
see through, big belly
and inside tummy sat some toys
for Jesus; new born, a baby
with the lambs, cow and kings.

I stopped; we became troika
and converse, what a talk!

"I was oil…" said big man
Santa Claus; I smiled.

Story's climax reached a top!

Serious, he tells us:
"Have had much adventures…"
we listen; he goes on:
"I was man, animal and much of the forest."

I frown as question
he goes on:
"Naturally all buried after death, squashed…"
we eager for much more and he talks:
"…pressed and oppressed and compressed…"

A car hunks.
He cares-less; lectures on:
"…skin and bone, flesh, legs and hands and brains…"
tragic I feel and turn to go:
"No! Stop! "
He calls and reads the line:
"…burned and burned, chemical, physical and here…"
I frowned as to ask:
"Do you mean became oil, plastic? "

"Bravo…"he answered and from
Middle East to China
Now here."