An Incense Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the morning
i light the tip of the
incense stick that
i bought specially
from
Malacca

i write a poem
for everyone then
there is no more
someone
in my mind

i close the room
and the incense smoke
fills it

when it is over
i see
ash gathered
upon the foot of
the incense
stick

i contemplate
upon this
demise

and i say
pretty much like us
pretty much like everyone
no one is
special

not even you
in Malacca