A Circular Motion - Poem by RIC BASTASA

the murky sea
tells the truth about the
chaos of rain
on the high mountains

those who are unlucky
remain buried
some are carried
to be swallowed by
the fish and the
shrimps and the
feasting on the body
of the rotten

on our tables
for lunch
we are lucky to have
same fish, shrimps
and squids

the sea clears itself
of the mess from those rivers
and we are the first
guests here

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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