The Death Of A Revolution Poem by RIC BASTASA

i was once there
in that island of

questions
all questions

its shores in circles
do not have
any answer

i move around there
and i am dizzy

feeling the spin
and the effects of my own
self-imposed
revolutions

quite a decade

and all the children i have
were eaten by the big
hungry mouth
of the revolutions of my youth
my past

i preach a new
story now

times changed i tell you
and i am not left
like a step that
you have taken

there is exhaustion
there is an end
where our mouths knowing about the dying of the lips
have to tell
the truth finally

and you are not listening
with your gun in your
hand

listen! everything has changed
you must see
the new light of my dawn

i have no word for you
must you pull the trigger now?