As I Was Leaving, They Are Just Arriving Poem by RIC BASTASA

you meet new people at
the airport today
when the plane just landed
and the door was opened

fresh faces from the north
moving south
still entertaining hopes
and ambitions how

to make more money
buy a few acres of land
build a new house
start a family

you are with a pack of
chosen clothes
and you are moving north
fed up
with hopes
promises without bones

you smile
and they see you
misinterpreting that gesture
as a welcome

deep within you
goodbye is truer
death levels everyone
and there is no point
anymore
at all these

you are the truth
they are the truths in the making
lies crawl like worms
towards that
empty mountain
top