Beautiful And Abandoned.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in this world of sighs
everything goes, turn and twists,
comes and then be gone,
we simply can do nothing about
all these
without hyphens and lots of
commas,
afraid of the dot preferring
the dash instead.

in our world of prevalence
we insist that there must be meaning
to a squash, its verb form which
shocks us a bit,
taking the shape of the head of
a man against the pavement
that fall from the 16th floor of
a glass building.

it is horrendous when you hear
nothing at all from a distance
and you see a figment of blood
from the cheek of a child.

ultimately we arrive at a dead end
where meaning turns out to be a stone
beside a weed, showing to you the yellowness
of what was once so beautiful
and abandoned.