Black Cloak Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nassy Fesharaki

Nassy Fesharaki

Toronto
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Black Cloak



Black cloak

Like I
The six-legged beings
Cloaked black
With wings; antennas
Are bored in the jar
Locked; barred

Food limitless
Plenty of sex
Life's endless
No efforts

We ask:
"What is end? "
"Death"
They say.

"What Death? "
We ask and sharp:
"Chained...No...Freedom"
Self-reply.
"They are dead."
I top up.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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