I Will Sing The Song With One Note For The Moon. Poem by RIC BASTASA

how the nerve strings were
stretched and strummed like a guitar
producing the music
of terror

he will be shocked but only for
a while
in a minute or so
or perhaps an hour or a week
or weeks to follow
he will get attuned like a guitar
to his player
and nothing seems to be peculiar

ah, this capacity to adapt and be
adapted
this flexibilities of the nerves

unless one is dead
one remains stronger
unless the string is cut
or snapped
it can still produce
this unique music of the soul
this song of survival
the fittest sole string of this
usual guitar.

play, play me,
strum me baby,
strum me
giggle my endings
my nerves,
tickle me with that
painless numbness
i am your guitar
with one string left

the rest snapped.


i will sing the song with one note
for the moon.