The Bringer Of Deaths.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when mother died
she cried
she swore she cannot
live alone

and he called
life is like that
some are born today
some die
most of us are left
alone
to struggle and survive

be calm
be cautious
in the city the gnawing hunger
crawls like a monster
and will swallow those
who remain
inflexible

this world does
not stop
if you decide somehow
to die

the merry go round would
still be merry
children still astray
the market shouts
for buyers to come
the whole year round


everyone is going to waste
everyone always unconsumed.

another layer patches up
the dead
another set of feet dance
on the floor

for life is always welcome
despite the deaths that
it always brings....