Unruly Concoctions Poem by RIC BASTASA

oh yes the
unruly concoctions

of greed and
avarice are here again

feasting all
the seasons

the feeding of
what is not

the wild sweetness
pours in every

glass of
unthinking

and so many shall
die

slapped by the
ill wind

stabbed by the
knives of disaster

the earth sympathizes
with

the herbs and
fruits of its bosom

ready for the
harvesting

to bring back life
again

to erase what misery
we have brought

upon ourselves
with so much regretting