RIC S. BASTASA


To Death... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

death is not a surprise
when it comes, one feels the coming
inside the heart

you must have heard people
telling you a language that lands beyond the moment
the one that you understand
the moment you arrive there

it is that..
because they know, they speak
and because you find it hard to accept
they utter it in such a way that for now you shall not figure it out
completely
a puzzle that seems to have an answer
at that point
when they have all been gone
without having to tell you
goodbye

why should you quarrel about death?
death is just an errand man
following orders too
from the Great Man

when the time comes
do you run away? where? do you ask that you carry your
prized possession? or a loved one?

absurd, you can do nothing but be in that boat
your mouth sealed, your arms bound, your heart stops
your brain blank.


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  • (5/16/2012 3:47:00 PM)


    I great masterpiece.A fantastic read! Thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012



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