Killing The Fear.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the non-sensitized justifies his non-writing
to lack of vocabulary, another one blames it to lack of time,
and the third one hints about the non-mastery of the technique
as if this is cooking spaghetti and
as though there is a labyrinthine procedure to be followed concerning the
art of mixing tomato sauce with cheese and the pasta
as though the onions have to be cut like the old art of paper cutting
in some old chine town

one gets desensitized at procrastination and the feeling is half dead
it is screaming like a painting aboard a boat and the shadow is there haunting
on top of the ocean behind that erupting volcano somewhere in the
Netherlands

takes courage to really write
there is much cowardice consumed in this literary surrender
opting to trust in the silence of the letters
the dignity of words
the detachment from the world
self decanted
to see
what purity is there left to the caprices of our little minds
what holiness burns
us, who are
no longer afraid.