The Revenge Of The Wind Chime.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

finally he felt that
he was just treated as a surplus
in their house of cards
or even a decor posted on the wall
or the air chime serving as bell
for the coming wind

he felt it and it is real
but he knows what to do when
this thing happens

he pretends that he is important
but unseen
never a wind chime
he pretends that the wall does not
exist except the sky
and he does not make any sound
for them to know that
there is no bell in the house

the ripe comes for the coming of
death and he is the only one alive
wandering in the house of cards
looking at the well lighted ceiling
a precious chandelier
with the sounds of crystals and
soft lights telling him that from now on
he is the king
and that the all the cards of this house
had fallen in his surviving hands.