Deadly And Too Sensitive Because We Have Never Touched It. Poem by RIC BASTASA

you fill this house
with so many people

love cannot stay that
long here

it is rushing to leave
and go somewhere else

love is a pillow love
is a mattress

it is peaceful, how
come there is no love yet?

you have invited those that
i detest
respect is not here with us

it is a stranger, a violent one
killing us all softly

with a cliche, a song, a patter,
a chirp, a tiny bird

pin-like, thin, tinkering with
what was so tickling

deadly and too sensitive
because we have never touched it.