The Political Law Class Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is avatar like
i am growing roots all over my body
my eyes
through its pupils
are giving you
pathways
to another dimension
beyond the
threshold of the law
of this land

i tell you about sandcastles
that we keep on building
and how every hour the waves of the sea
are destroying them

faithful to the law
we keep rebuilding these sandcastles

eternal damnation but
for a cause
we never let ourselves be drowned
by the depression of
the hours

survival of the fittest
so you have to memorize the faces of
those around you

they may not make it
after all

i spread my roots
to all your noses your hands
fingers
every orifice of your
bodies

after three hours
i have lost what i have for that day

going home
driving alone
on a dark night
i am surprised
why i have
become
stronger....