Mr. Mutant Poem by RIC BASTASA

Mr. Mutant

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because of pain
which this world so requires
you rise to a certain level of visibility
you have shaken the hands of
the cirrus
and you sit upon the crown of
red
wood Californian trees
this time you have many sources of
survival
the dew on your roots
and the water that is trapped in those thin air
above you

pain has taught you to
occupy both the sky and earth
and of course
those whom you have
surpassed do not like this
matter of
what they call us betrayal

and so they change the rules of the game
calling you
an Asian ambitious nitwit
the brown monkey with damaged tail

you are not shocked
you expected this
and that is the truth
and so you live alone, towering above all these disputants
you have a new name now
Mr. mutant.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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