The Blind Woman Poem by RIC BASTASA

she will tell us
how to live and perhaps
even
how to end our lives

when we have so much
bread to eat
she will say we have to
give them away
because the bread
are meant for the
children
and for all the children
to come
and feed

when we tell her that
we can build a new house
she tells us
it is a waste of time
because we are
too old to
live in it

as though our feet are not
feeling the smoothness
of floors
anymore

as though are hands
are filled with wrinkles
and must not
hold anything soft & fragile
as the wings of the winds
through
the windows that we
still love


there is so much emptiness in us
and they are
still giving us more
and we feel that it is not only her
that wants us to
fade
but all of them

we are getting paranoid
and we are more afraid about all these
we also have the
capacity to rule
and harm


i am angry at all these
and i am not a fool just to submit to all
her own designs and
wishes

i am prepared for the mob
i have stored time within my arms


i have a mind of my own and i can be
as destructive as
a sting about
somewhere & somehow
but i know how to wait

when my patience runneth over
it will be time to show her
who we are

my tongue is a cobra
a bomb
is my mind
and i will be
venomous
and explosive
at the same
time

for a perfect murder
at a perfect time

and may God who is both Loving and
Just

forgive me.