Spasm Poem by RIC BASTASA

Spasm



promises
of the
red scythe
now rusty
with
the urine
of the
frog

and so the
eagle
soars
in the sky

because
all the
the good
men
do nothing

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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