Unbecoming And Tasteless... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Sometimes i wonder
about the invincible people
they make you feel
that they're here and touch
your hair and back of your
feet,
cold, as cold as dawn
and gray
as blurred as eyes failing
to see,
and then they leave the message
that we have become
too tasteless
and too unbearable...

envious perhaps that we are still here
caring and loving
and writing and
praying...

pity them, and offer some prayers
light the candles and
burn the incense
we thank ourselves too
they can never be with us again
just as they deserve
the fate of oblivion