A Warning To A Closure Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is not that we desire to change
a stone into a vine

you always complain that the stone in you
is silent and heavy

there is no laser to perform such work
of transubstantiation

i do not have that power to go inside your gene
and cut some stairs of DNA molecules

what we need is just an hour of compromise
a little sacrifice here and there

like some stains in your shirt which we can
remove later in the washroom

but you do not have that hour or you simply
refuse to see us sacrificing too

we do have common enemies
but you do not belong to us now

soon we will also close the door against you
and when it is shut

you are on your own too
alone to all of those who do not have mercy