Suicide Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Echo waved hitting the mountainsides, all rocky and brown
Then came back, free bird of sky curve-flew like a bat in dark cave
How smart flying with no eye

“Must be ball! ” I said and looked around searched for kids my age
Didn’t see, could not find
Like the wolves of wild life, Jack London’s, came the howls: “It was there! ”

“Must be ball! ” insisted, heading there I crawled like a goat climbing narrow roads
Deep I went to the depth of valley where river ruled with boast
I crossed and climbed looking back at fingers signaling with codes, modes

A single leather shoe was black
“Must be him! ” I said and faced the shock
His brain scattered on the ground, he had jumped, killed himself

Exhausted I shouted: “Blanket, he is dead.”
Early teens and devil as I was I had seen these mountains in-and-out
Springs we used knife to get out flowers so the girls … and some roots were our food.

“What was there? ” asked a man big and tall, blue eyed.
Their mission helping us to convert, have Jesus in our hearts, Christian.
Speaking English was content. I replied. English I conversed.