About Jaclyn.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what you did
jaclyn
was perfect

you rushed
your hunger with
fried fish balls
fitting all
inside your
mouth as though
there is no
more tomorrow

under the rain
your hair was wet
all over
yet there was
no trembling

no one
notices the tears
flowing

you look at the
world
tumbling down

your house in pieces
a jigsaw

which your children
will never know
how to put back

the big flood has
come
everything is carried
away

somehow, the rest
of the people never
see...