The Fault Of The Poet.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

this is the case of the
starving poem,
the loaf of bread is
there
but it is not for your
touching
the coffee is hot and
brewing
with the machismo of
the barako
but it is not time yet
for sipping

everything is there
the poem is starving
the poem is dying
and then everything is
still there
until the death of this
poem.

and still someone still dares
to ask why?
and then the other was quick
to answer: it is the
poet's fault.