The Man Writes A Poem Poem by RIC BASTASA

there was this beetle which
bored a hole in his head while he
was sleeping and then the hole seals
itself,

'heal thyself' says the wind passing
by his hair and since then
he has changed with the beetle still inside
his head,

'the pain is too much' says the butterfly
riding in the air that took away its life
in a day's span,


he never knew what is happening but he is
not the telling kind and so he keeps everything
to himself and from that pain he learns
the art of using words to describe his pain
in so many ways:

' i got a butterfly inside my brain
imagining the brain as flowers in the garden'
he intimates to the wind

and the wind keeps on going and passing
and the moon sees a happy man

'everything is in place
this world is beautiful to live a life
and i am a happy man'

the man writes a poem but never used
a word that sounds like a beetle..