The Constant Black Bird On A Wire In My Mind Poem by RIC BASTASA

...of all the things that i see here:
golden fields of Oryza
needle rains, ice cold air,
Y-paths, footsteps on mud,
murky water, leafless trees,
bald mountains, cracked rocks,
abandoned hut, emaciated buffalo,
naked child,

why you? why the importance of you
getting into my head like a leech
and taking what blood i still
have in my veins?

even if you are just a memory
you kick, you push me, you make
me feel the liveliness of pain

black bird on a wire, alone,
ostracized by the flock

or just loving it alone
in the dark?