Bonding Poem by RIC BASTASA

like descending the stairs
he must be with those who
cannot climb
the ground is waiting
for him to kiss it
and he must
otherwise those that
look up to him
shall soon turn into
neglected monsters
with dinosaur wings
to pull him and eat him whole.

precisely one gets bonded
with the weak and the deprived
the marginalized and the
disadvantaged and those
challenged about everything
that are not there.

the conversations give them
the feeling that you are one of
them
in fact, you are one of them
less the cap and the coat
that they gave you
the purple feather, the ring
and the right to be king.