Reconstructing The Self... Poem by RIC BASTASA

finally he fell into the trap
of his own thinking
a spider's web that his own
saliva had woven
now unable to move
like a baby elephant
not overgrowing the very
rope that tied
it to his youth

it is here where chaos
destruction and explosion
must play their own
parts

to rebuild subsumes within
its own skin
that capacity to self-destruct

three days three nights
another you must be born again
a new pair of eyes
that can withstand
the latest light of the sun