The Demands Poem by RIC BASTASA

her demands are clear
she need the money now
because her feet are rotten
her daughter has to enroll
for a college education
she is selling land
owned by her forefathers
she does not need anything now
except the money
there is no importance of memory
of family treasures of blood
of veins
there is nothing sacred about
a family tradition
it is her life, her rotten life
her prodigality, her rebellion,
it her insanity
her own perdition
her hatred
and nothing more
i am perturbed i am shaky
about my very own
sister.