At Fb Poem by RIC BASTASA

GOOGle, google
see the faces of those that you remember
then
this is what you can at least do
shed some tears
a pool of tears
and let all the characters of your life
swim there
for long
let them tell the story of salt
and the previous dryness
that killed a rose
which made the bee mourn
that made
another butterfly flutter
in another garden
owned by
that self-made oligarch
applauded
by the wasps
and smacked by the
worms.