A Circular Motion Poem by RIC BASTASA
A Circular Motion
the murky sea
tells the truth about the
chaos of rain
on the high mountains
those who are unlucky
remain buried
some are carried
to be swallowed by
the fish and the
shrimps and the
squids
feasting on the body
of the rotten
kid
on our tables
for lunch
we are lucky to have
same fish, shrimps
and squids
the sea clears itself
of the mess from those rivers
and we are the first
guests here
dipping...
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