Sunrise Is Coming.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

seeing a movie
is a good pastime, with lots of
educational content it there even if it is
nothing but a comedy,
because some film writers know how to
disguise
a malady from a comedy,
like in a whodunnit movie for instance,
the actor says, he knows the real serial killer,
and he killed it at the end of the
scene where all the cherry blossoms
all white of them
fell like snow to the pavement, like
tiny angels singing a hymn for
the stones,

well, do not attempt to understand
all these,
you cannot, because it begins with a belief
on your prejudices, at first glance,
you look like a professor who knows nothing
about the book of life,
ah, you cannot reach those two fools now,
they are there
in heaven, protected by their gods,
and they are saying the truths of what
is happening underneath
the earth, all cans of worms, all
battered bats, as the dragon sleeps there
dreaming of its long forgotten home.

tomorrow morning we wear our robes, but
look at the right side of this blackness
there is a spot of blood, and it is alive,
deep in those magnifying glasses
are the heads of those who meet their
untimely deaths.

their guardian angels are taking their
swords, and opening their wings, and they
are now asking for justice.

it is right, you cannot sleep.
sunrise is coming.