All Ghosts (Revised) ... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the town as usual
misses the noise of the
microphone
wanting to see boxing
bouts not just during
the Feasts
but also on ordinary days

this is only second
to gambling

those fighting cocks
that dominate
the itinerary
of the month

and all
the poor men gather
and try their luck

to get rich
even for a day

the church is nearby
and its bells are silent

copy paste
the silence of the
cemeteries

despite, this is still
the little town that i write
about

and i ask if i love it
or does it love me too?