Spray Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Spray

“Let us fight man to man, ” said those eyes.
(Too small, very sharp.)
Physically in its best, mannequin
Top is firm and bottom, well-stands.

Words of threat can be heard
Land the words in silence like drops in our day
(Humid, things stick with sweat; world is damp.)

Something moves inside me
Call fear, bravery?
In hand hold spray and I shout:
“Have drone, orange gas and the bomb, ”
I drone my neighbour, as does the USA.

Cockroach goes as does the old swan
(When death comes, and it must.)
I can hear: “Shame on you.”
A wimp hides, inside me.