RIC S. BASTASA


In Corregidor Island - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

it is an island
shaped like a tadpole

at the head there is
a giant cannon
which today outdates
the required accuracy
how to kill
the specifics
how the particulars
can be eradicated
with all ease

at the middle is an
airway strip
where old suicide planes
first landed

at the tip is the cemetery
a metaphor for sad endings
where the dead
are buried without their
names written in stones

a marble chrysanthemum
at the center
and then round smooth stones
surround

here the war heroes
are mute
our hearts know
not what patriotism is

all victims
war must be outlawed

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015



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