On The Tree Of Death.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the process of
our interchanges i regret
having said
something which i should
not have said
in the first place

but it was said
already
hurled like a stone
hitting the face of the
placid lake
creating ripples for a while
and then gone

alright
the lack is back
to its mirror state
happy with the
passing clouds

i admit
it is never that
same again

may his soul
rest in peace.
may the goodness of
his name
linger like an
eternal vine
on the tree
of death.