The Questions In My Mind.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i send my my hands
free, so many birds in air

they are questions
for you to answer, yet you

whom my heart claims a rock
for friends, where they can lay their bodies

and rest, have chosen silence,
and i look at you, with so much

understanding, knowing that you have
chosen the comfort of your own

safety, i nod, i may agree
that your chosen side shall give you


the best for the meantime that i bleed,
and now, i write upon a stone the names

of my true friends. It is you silence that
has become stone and sling for the birds

that i have set free from my hands.
They fall one by one, all dead.