RIC BASTASA Poems

this is the sign
at the entrance of the Oracle of
Delphi
...

sticking to his own
reality
for NOW the caterpillar
munches and munches
...

DEEP and dark
silence probing
gaining more
silence
...

we lift a body
using the legs
and stair upon stair
we breathe
...

going up is finally
a minuscule. atoms drifting
stopping on the lines
of our palms
...

we bear upon us
a blanket of silence
not a talk
we listen to the chant
...

I NOW EAT
a slice of this flesh
this bread
i now drink his blood
...

there are trees without leaves
there are those
that do not flower
that do not give you
...

what if you
have no children?
what if what is left
of the family is
...

They content with
the images of themselves
proud of the genetic chain fulfilled
through their children
...