The Common Ground.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

God even
has to cover all skeletons
with flesh
and skin,

perhaps to make
all these ugly structures
appear
tolerable, nay even more
admirable than what they
actually are,

it is this covering that
created that sense of
inequality

all skeletons are equal
all bones are the same
no woman, no man, no rich
no poor,
no straight no gay
no priest no layman
no worker no master

all mountains level down
to the plains of our
commonality


and God is so wise to make
us arrive at this ending

bone to dust and then the silence
of it all.