For Lina S. Poem by RIC BASTASA

For Lina S.



SO my dear where have you been?
you don't remember the ripple of the river
it does not remember any
you or me, we are even on this matter

so you are searching for the games that children play
while their fathers are fighting the war
while their mothers wait for the bad news

there are so many
but i will not tell you their names for now

in fact i think you all know these
but you just don't want to remember
i can remember
but let me tell you about those games later

meanwhile let me write
about those who are dead and those who play dead
those who are through and those who are just beginning

it does not matter
there is nothing to be serious about
let all these go
like what i once told you

like the ripples of the river
scarlet from the top and deep red at the bottom
you know the smell
now you must remember

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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