Our Killers On The Loose... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what they killed
was nothing
it was just the body
we agree
it was never what in us
remains
to be

eternal and wise
good and inevitable
strong and indestructible
this force
this life that moves with
the galaxies
carried by stars and
embraced by the bosom
of space

when time shrinks
when understanding expands
when perfection is reached
when you and i do not have names
anymore
when we become unrecognizable
as fabric of
flame
without end.

they have never killed us
they live here and
died.