The Tour.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the good poets
are here singing along
the stone roads
passing by the pyramids of giza

starting from the cobbled stones
in jerusalem
sailing in tiberias
floating in the dead sea
and contemplated on the parting
of the red sea

the songs are just perfect for me.
around the poets are the merchants
along the temptation mountains

most of those who ought to listen
bought fake perfumes and scarfs
and imperfect mosaic
of those faces of our
revered saints and
goddesses

the good poets are silenced
by your unbeliefs
your faiths have gone cold and
bloody

children watch and then die.
icons multiply like mirrors.