Bergius Poem by RIC BASTASA

i think
Bergius knows life
more than we do
i think
he knows sorrow
much better than
we used to think we know
the way he holds his
cigar
between his fingers
the way he stares aimlessly
at

i do not really know where
his thoughts are
where his gaze is going
where his heart is

all i know is that he is with us
in this

in the
misery of our lives
in this coldness of our times
in this recollection of the pieces
of our shattered
little existences
we, the nobodies,
we, the uncertainties
we, the roots of truth and
the budding lies.