A Dream Of Darkness Poem by RIC BASTASA

this house
where you live
has no door
the window is
as thin as
a Chinese eye
and it
does not open
despite
the heat inside
the bedroom

how can you
blame them
if they mistake you
for a coffin?

and so they mourn
for you
and just like any
repeated ritual
it ends and
then they
forget you

i know that
it is your last dream
before
the night goes as
black
as the ocean
on the trench

totally dark and
still undefiled