Paw In Water Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Paw in water

When the cat or poet
Puts the paw in water
Feels the force of bubbles
Come from the bottoms
With the cold and tickles
To point of the pain.

Where? Is just a question,
When? Is some reflection,
And neither does matter
For "Love and care order."

It has been same, remains
Dark, useless and blur
When the mind-eye opens.

Vast sky is blue
Every night invites moon.

Life stinks here, now
As did for Isabella's
Tepee-life; Prairie's
Wandering Spirit…

The God of voids is dark,
Ruling all world around,
Little is left to choose
Between chair and gallows
With "No" to "Slavery"
Of merchants on the loose,
(These cruel oppressors.)

"I'll plunge to drowning depths in leaf-built waves,
And let them wash me from this clanging world
That shrieks with steam—where mostly men are merely ghosts
That tend on iron tyrants—solid kings
That turn and rend the dream-like flesh and blood
That forms and serves them—I saw one monster take
A serf that serv'd it, in its mighty maw
And comb his sweating flesh sheer from his bones
With glittering fangs...."