For Cita A. Poem by RIC BASTASA

perhaps you are a boat without an anchor.
we need anchors
because we are like boats
sailing in an ocean
sometimes the storms are bigger
and our sails are too small for the winds
and our rudders
are broken,

what i see is that you do not have any
and so i feel pity for you Cita
as you imagine walkie-talkies beside your ears
and talk about the machine of destruction
that is boring in your head like
grills,

that machine that bores holes in your skull
and yet everyone hears nothing
sees no blood

they cannot see what you insists
those that stole your locks and open your doors
and stole your furniture and computers
and spurn you

what education you have in the university
now you throw away
like a cheap earring

Cita, this poem asks you
see God.