In The Island Of Loneliness Poem by RIC BASTASA

again must you ask
the same question
about an island where
the only things there
are rocks

there used to be a
flower there
but even before it
blooms
it already wilted
as a
tight bud

someone is cruel
nipping the bud
and the island is dead
even before it
forgets

you know very well
that you cannot mark
any trace of the water
and so there is no way
that you can reach it

the boats were burned
and the divers
drowned at sea and

so all that you can have here
is wind
lots of its sounds howl
like wolves
in the forest