What The Body Is Doing For The Meantime Poem by RIC BASTASA

what he did is only to give vent
to the building pressure inside which if
by indolence
if
he stays within the silence of his cell
continually

something in him might burst
and destroy his existence,

like a volcano giving rise
to another lava island
somewhere in Iceland


so tonight that is what he is doing
precisely

and you who is reading this piece
expects
a flesh,
a destination,

an outburst
of autumn

or perhaps the coldness of winter
and the death of some immigrants who still
do not have a home

who has not discovered
the hidden monastery at the back of this
huge mountain
where a living saint
still feeds on
spring

be dismayed
for he is selfish and scheming

a wounded snake who is looking
for nothing
but just a cure
to a sickness
within

stop reading,

this piece has no use
but to be just

an exit
from the imprisonment of a soul