The Scream Of Edvard Munch Poem by RIC BASTASA

i look at it again. I have read the story
how the scream came about as an important piece of
art in our history.

it was said that he visited his sister in
a mental asylum located at the foot of a hill
in the nearby creek in one of the far towns in Norway.

he was sad and had all the pity for his sister.
He felt inside his heart the eruption of Krakatoa
her saw the picture how 2/3 of the island was missing
by the thickness of the lava.

He saw the mummy of Peru.It was another sad story.

He pieced them together. Fused them all with his own kind
of misery.
He was on a small boat heading home.

Nature screams. The volcano. The mummy. And the misery
raging inside him.
He screamed.
There was no sound at all.
The two shadows behind him did not bother at all.
The fires behind him are threatening to burn the boat
him inside it.

No one hears anyway.
Except us, who keeps on seeing the
painting.
It was stolen sometime.
We keep on recalling too.

Somehow we see
our own miseries
and we too scream
silently
in front of our monitors now.
In a cyberspace that is too empty
and huge

and again, no one hears.
Try screaming.
Now.