You Are Gone For Good And I Yet Have To See Your Wings... Poem by RIC BASTASA

to do sometimes
what you do not want
doing

like mingling with
sinners

feeding the poor and
the oppressed


praising those who
do not deserve
a word

living with dogs and
rising with their fleas

talking with nonsense
and embracing what sometimes
is undesirable

you have stooped to the level
of the mediocre

living with the dirty kind
and getting their own stinky
feelings

immerse yourself
you keep asking me

immerse to the bottom of
humanity

feel them and live with
them

these are the works of
God you say

and here i am still detached
from you

wondering: for how long will
you compete with God

for how long will
this blasphemy last?


you are gone for good
and i yet have to see
your wings...