The Freak... Poem by RIC BASTASA

all they did was follow
setting aside what light is there on their heads
to my consternation
i have become the freak
the subject of their talks
during meal times

and then one day
like the rats of Hamlin
they followed the flute player
into the cliff
and they all fall to the sea
and drown

you see, this is what freaks do
they run against the streams of authority
rely on their own lonely light
keep its fire amidst the storms
and live...