How Unjust Could The Just Be? Poem by RIC BASTASA

you laugh
with this unexpected and you tell
the other man next to you

"man, this man is soft after all,
i have read his poems
wet with tears, heart so broken,
soul struggling" Jesus Christ,

how could he send us to prison?
how could he condemn us to perdition?

this contrast of light and darkness
this moon and sun this river and sky
this bird and stone

playing roles, making destinies, the
silence of the words, the absurdity of
it all.

the mouse inside the rats,
the emptiness of the jars,
the lambs on wolves
the women inside the bodies of men
the rocks inside those forest cakes

that is the anxiety of our existence
the unexpected that dwells in some corners
the paradoxes of daily routines
how unjust could the just be?