A Poem For Abdul - Poem by RIC BASTASA

Why Are We Here?

there is this sickness that comes
and you have no power to block it
it is like a monkey that comes at your
temple door and you have no way of driving it
you leave
leaving everything important to that monkey
spreading banana peelings
on the altar of your sacred nook
you watch at a distance
where the monkey plays monkey
upon itself
you are sleepy,
you fall into a deep slumber
the monkey comes inside that dream
and you are helpless
without your hands and feet

you cough, you struggle to vomit
there is no cure for this sickness
nothing comes out
and you are feeling toxic

that is why we are here.

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  • Wahab Abdul (4/11/2012 9:49:00 PM)

    i am too much honored, ...... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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