We Have To Live And Move On With Our Daily Lives.. Poem by RIC BASTASA

at first
the killing calls
for attention
and attention is poured
like champagne
to a glass closely watched
by the customer

then the killing becomes
too rampant
everyday here and there
broadcast over the radio
tv, and rumored by
everyone in the city
and finally

it becomes a routine
nothing strange and people
get attuned
acclimated to the bloody
rain to the sounds of gunburst
to the harrowing nights
of being caught and shot

and those who at first
watch with curiousity
finally give up giving all
these attentions

busy with their lives
the do what is usual for
suvivival
home, office, church, market
back home, watch tv, eat
dinner, brush teeth, change
clothes and make love and
sleep tired of the whole's days
demands

and so the dead does not care
for the dead
and so the night passes away
the morning comes
the day ends
with nothing worth telling
anymore

and so the dead bury their
dead
and so the living says
we have to live and move on
with our daily lives....