Jumping For The Fleas...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

yes i write it
you want me to assume
responsibility?

for things which have
not arrived yet?
for those that are nowhere
to be touched?

it was a trance
i will tell you
with eyes closed
and tied hands and
frozen feet

it is the mind that
flies
like a gnat biting to
bleeding
the butt of that
donkey down the mountain
side.

how many times have
the black bird passed by the
window of
our ancestral mountain?

each time, an old woman dies,
each time a bumping baby is born,
each time a house is shattered
each time another shore arrives
like a blanket of white sands.


i am not responsible
for what i did not allow to happen.
it is humanity
it is the people of this world
jumping for the fleas.