Vertebral Poem by RIC BASTASA

on a vertebral impingement
a nerve learns to shout
the meaning of pain,
recurring, excruciating,
penetrating every marrow
of the bone, sometimes
the whole arm becomes numb
like a bored man
assuming too much of the
chaos and having learned it all
assumes nothing, no responsibility,
not looking for any cure,
letting things as they are
inviting, welcoming and
accommodating, soon there
will be no problem
the guests are here
these pains in the asses...
silence is responsibility
do not inform anyone
let the pain be as casual
as walking without any limping
at the lobby of the hotel.