I Just Hope That She Will Be Alive When I Tell Her This. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i understand your predicament
the house is as spacious as the whole sky
and there are no stars in there
i heard once when you speak and there were echoes
bouncing from wall to wall and when it arrives to me
its only message is ennui,

do you want me to tell her that there is a rope in the house
which is posing a threat to your existence and that night after night you fear yourself for an inhuman possibility?

that big screen in your living room will not work,
i tell you,
that menagerie of hummers will have no way of appeasing
your hunger for affection,
the garden of bamboos are neuters

all you ask is the human element
the one that gives you a glass of beer while you
plunge yourself in the sea
the one that gives you springtime
the one that affirms for once that you are
a breather

i will tell her that before the next war
erupts
before we are all destroyed by this
incoming chaos

i just hope that she will be alive when
i tell her this.