Faithful Poet To His Craft.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

he is getting bald over
words
emaciated having forgotten
several meals
because he is faithful to
his craft

everyday he writes
more poems than he could
muster
for his heavenly muses

on paper the poems become
written
well sculpted with curves
and smooth finishes

he does not know whether
they are read somewhere
but he does not care

on nights when he finds himself
alone and abandoned
by fate
he makes a fire
at the center of his yard
puts all those paper poems
there
all burned
smokes like some forms of
ghosts
go to the night skies
to be with the countless stars
in the extreme cold
of silence