Magicians Learn To Erase The Future. Poem by RIC BASTASA

what happens when all our
vested interests are gone?

when i find no use of you and
you too, mutually, otherwise
set aside, modesty and humility
combined in a salad bowl of
howls and brawls,

and you find me of no use at all.
an encashed check, a candy wrapper,
a shoe without a pair,
rotten tomato, wormed apple,

flat tired car, used and worn
toothbrush, a torn coat, a broken
wand, a left over bone of
a fried chicken from the party of
dogs,

what happens then? well, we become
strong, so strong, that we become
more silent.

deep within we want to get rid of
each other.
outside the weather is good.
people plan for their next vacation.
mothers buy ice cream and fathers
pay the bills.

children abused the goodness.
no one grows well enough with healthy
teeth.

deep within the wars are made.
deep within explosives are stored.

the mind learns to make traps.
the body skilled in restraints.

deep within, we want to get rid of
each other.
magicians learn to erase the future.
it is not even there yet.