Shame To Death Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shame to death

For long I, had question.
Flew high, landed low, strolled side to side:
“What is shame? ”

My ears, some days back, did the same as does fox, the Red fox,
They heard mice squeak, in distance of metres, hundred.
Located the sounds in, lowest Hertz.

Came Dad’s voice telling me story.

“Foxes live as groups, social life, and have homes, stable, particular no abode.
They mark lands with urine; store food.”

I recall, right or wrong: “They invite, if able.”

Then came word he had used, it was “Shame.”

Fox found den, den of hens
Went hunting and gathered
One by one and buried
In earth-hill, soorooveh.

When over, last chicken on ground
He stood on its back, sang a song
“All of you I invite.”

Came foxes to the sides, searched claws
Found nothing.

The poor fox, unaware
Devil man had undone what he did
He stole the buried.

The host fox collapsed dead
Was ashamed…

This is shame.