The Last Beauty That We Take With Us Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is late for me to know
that you have a ghostly opinion
about
who we are

we have nerves
that explode
and you finally do not
like it

at first you love what we say
you read
our wonders
you are amazed with
the scenes we draw
upon thoughts

then there was something about
having to die
having to sail and be lost forever
in a strange horizon
having to suffer
for the good of all
and you do not like exactly
the possible consequences
of our choices

you tell us
why do we have to suffer?
despite the fruits
why do we have to be injured?
despite the luxuries
and the lushness of
our brains

we do not know
our genes are secretive
we only feel
that what is sacred to us
can be
also so wrong

we end in sadness
we admire the last beauty
that we take
with us.....