The Void Which Is Not Vague Anymore Poem by RIC BASTASA

we were trained to
confront
what was not there yet

our ancestors warned us
to be always prepared
for what it not there yet

we do not know what it is
what is this all about
yet we followed every word
every instruction

some have lost faith in this
and they begin to drink and be
drunk all night
and wake up late on the days
of their lives

one night
what was not there yet
arrived
in the silence of the tiger's feet
on the grasses

it was clear as i have seen it
the emptiness that devoured them all
in the vast silence of the
fields
in the darkness of the night
in the hopelessness of dawn
which did not fruit to light

it is vague to me how all these
thing happened
but it happened just the same
that void which ate them all
like rice noodles in one sipping
with nothing left finally
on the bowl....