A Sculpture Of The Living Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Sculpture Of The Living

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from the mountains of
Antulanga
where even horses
have a hard time
climbing the
steep cliffs,

you are finally
transported to a museum
and frozen

you were not
given a seat
so you do
what you do usually
do
when you
were on a hill
waiting for
no one
putting your hands
above your hair
and looking at
the ants

i had wrinkles on
my forehead
as though the sun
is too strong
to my eyes

i can't say what
i feel but this
i am too certain

i have to talk to
the curator of the museum
if i have to bribe him
i have to
if my diplomacy does not
work at all
if my influence in society
fails

You must be returned
to where you belong
You must live
You must.

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