The Cow Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The cow

All alone with my thoughts,
Swim in past, to now…

I see the vase and cow
In Qazvin, with mullah…

With vase on, powerless
Is the poor animal…

The owner needs his cow
Since it is source of life…

Heads for house of mullah:
"My cow's head is stuck."

"Must be killed! "
Says mullah…

His tears of blood
On his face make flood.

After cow was murdered
Head and horns had remained!

Now, mullah…?
"Break the clay vase!
Take head out! "

In me are all three,
Cow, owner, and mullah.

I ordered a drone,
Have received,
Now question:
"Is legal? "

Empty is valet
And ant-like,
Comes reply…

Bring knife! ! !