Those Witches.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

he puts his fate
again in the hands
of dishonest
authorities

masochism again

when the paper is
sent it will
be blackening
his vision

he will be shaken again

vain hope,
lessons learned
numb

and he steps again into the open
fields of
new opportunities

flying kites,
releasing pigeons from their imaginary cages
running away


the sea, yes the sea, the wide horizon
the moon at night
the singing leaves of the trees
silent sands

fool!
you have subject to the dictates of
dishonest
concocting witches....