Notes During And After The Marriage Ceremony Poem by RIC BASTASA

in that marriage ceremony
bride and groom shall wear
a new ring,
it is a symbol that their
love is
circular, hard to locate
the beginning
and the end, or that
love must be
endless, or could be,
just like most of those
who went on the same
ritual, finally, find,
the endlessness of
suffering or constant
bickering,
but just the same words
must assure, love is, and must,
and should have been
endless,
who cares? for the meantime
the eyes of both
bride and groom are like
black holes
ready to absorb and
swallow
a spaceship or
any asteroid along the way,

and then comes the arras
in the hands of the groom
which he
slowly put to the hands of the
bride,
just coins, ten coins,
intended for their kids,
now numbering two
what if the man loses
his job? and what if the
woman is too lazy to
find one?
who cares? for the meantime
let sex prevail
let flesh do the trick
with or without food
let the love making begin
as early as possible
an hour from now the male guests
shall all be drunk and the women
shall fill their
mouth with all the
gossips