In His Place (For J. A) Poem by RIC BASTASA
In His Place (For J. A)
When we arrive
in his place
though short he
becomes so tall
and then when
we enter the
room where smoking
is prohibited
he smokes like a
chimney
now he is the
ugliest law of
man that i have
ever seen
all of us did
nothing
and so everything
went smoothly
leaving no one
dead....
it was bad
and so we flew away
like birds
migrating to the
marshes
from that
snow
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