Here You Are Depressed And Dying... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the birds here
are not wanting

always in time
for their instincts

i think they all
sing for you

and here you are
usual in your late waking

these birds are
not insistent

when they leave
they leave

even without you
or us

it is a clock affair
their wings always
accurately tell

and then you know it
well
as they move again
to distant places

without much drama
no talk

their flights tell
them who they are

and here you are
depressed and dying...