Morrisburg Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Morrisburg

In this town of the bikes
Highway two, saint Lawrence
Hair gone white and moustache
Heart is young and cries:
“Nostalgic remains mind.”

Poisoned and dead are Kidnapped hands
Of BIGBEN, both church and city clocks.

Face turns back…looks behind…

Everything possible………

But damn legs cannot walk, not backward
They are shot with gun of enemy, the gone time.

Mind commands:
“Be rebel as you were.”

Arms reply:
“Remove the…” a long lapse, no word but “…net of time.”

I smile and murmur: “If you can! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !