RIC S. BASTASA


I Think I Know What Your Dessert For Lunch Is - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

you are part
of this poverty line that


stand
--
we

within the circle
of office and house
we save all
we can

money
time
effort

and yet we find ourselves
dry as grass
and crippled
like some
branches
cut by the storms
of misfortune

you have become
emaciated
and you wait
for the fast claim
of

death

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 2, 2008



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