New Wife Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

New wife

A whisper was sweet
By one of Yazidis
"I know of a lady among us,
Why don't you get married? "

Though was fun to hear
Made me think far beyond:
"What to share? "
"She speaks Kurdish and Arabic! "
"So knows not English? "
"Little bit! "
"And knowledge? Schooling? "
"Not at all…house lady! "

From then until now
This matter has crawled
On skin and inside, in each part…
"How can I? "
Then I shift thoughts to her
I have asked, know her age
To change her is too late!
"If I who knows culture,
If I who can speak one of tongues,
If I who am patient with them all,
Cannot be a cure, help and aid,
What about future for them, her? "

Cannot and will not I ever say:
"The best as I see is her return! "
Yes I know of the war and the bombs
And I am, partially, aware why, and the cause…

I know of the power-thirsty there
In palace, most castles, everywhere
Damascus, Kremlin, Washington
To London and Tehran
Tel Aviv and Riyadh, "
So I think and I think and I think
And of pain I cry, slither,
Feeling wolf with blood under feet,
Write poem on snow; cannot howl! ! !