A Form Of Purification Poem by RIC BASTASA

the cyclone that hits Myanmar the earthquake that hits china
they come
they all come too swiftly, too decisive of what to do
swiftly sweeping swiftly swallowing

it is the purgation of the earth
a manner of purifying itself

i am not saying there is dirt
or so much rubbish on man's cruelty towards this earth

i am not saying anything at all
my sympathies for those who perished
i am into this silence
a tribute to death


on the other hand, i am thinking of something else
i have hinted you on this

but just the same, let us move on and pick up the trash
sweep the yard, collect the leaves, rebuild the house,

plant more flowers and perhaps not to cut the trees
and spit on our seas again