Tehran
turned in frightened doves
into star - specks in its clear sky.
In explosion
I go up,
for the City's burning
is better seen from he roof .
wow, you see
The second explosion
draws a cracking cap
over the city's crest.
Tehran takes Shelter
everywhere but in Tehran.
stench of stale rubbish
congealed in the palate of cats.
perched in its feathers
" Bibi - Tala "*
took no seeds
or water till night .
with bands and a match-stick
I bandaged the broken left leg.
Chain of life is gold -
a blue ring of cigarette smoke
bridges over the first and last rings.
*- the name of a pet canary in the poet's house.
