The Famous Pagan Activity Poem by RIC BASTASA

the mob follows the mob
is it faith?

or is it the color and
the vibrancy of the
occasion?

perhaps it is the loud
chant and the sound only of
the tapping of the
million feet on that
pavement

the shouts of the male drums
the grace of the female dancers
the tiaras on their heads
the flowers on their hairs

as the caterpillars follow
the tail of the last caterpillar
so the crowd shall follow
its leader

moving in circles and not
arriving at
anything

ah, what a joy is there
reverberating in the steel hearts
of a million emptiness combined

on the last day the streets will be
filled with litter

and then fading on those darkness
is the laughter......