And The Others Too.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i promised you
three poems a day,
but it can be four
or more,
i promised you no
hieroglyphics,
or something that is
hard for you
to decipher,
that would be too much
labor on your part,
you are tired already
from so many anxieties
and pains,
so it will be candid
as it is simple,
understandable and nothing
crooked like a labyrinth.
it could be four or more,
or even forevermore,
this embalming of sorrow,
this mummification of
what used to be nothing
but a hollow marrow.
you were taken,
and we are left here,
alone by ourselves,
we must survive,
at least with three poems
a day, to appease
ourselves, and perhaps
too, others.