Words, Oh, They Come Later Before The Explosion Actually Poem by RIC BASTASA

words are not just words
she cries sometimes and i wonder
if i have said something that makes the tears
and let them flow like the waterfalls
of Maria Cristina

how i still wonder
if i have written the words that know how
to pierce the conscience
and burst the bubble
and detonate and explode
the grenades and the landmines
of the war grounds
and theaters of
war

what simply exists there even the word
is uttered.