A Nigthmare Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Nigthmare



i take the plane
at 2 a.m.
cebu bound, and
i dream that
the plane crashed
and that
we are all dead

our souls look
down upon our
torn flesh
some are burnt
unidentifiable

we are so silent
like stones without
winds

x x x x x x

the plane touches down
perfectly well
at the airport

silently we line up
to step out

from a nightmare that
i only know

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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