Res Ipsa Loquitor (2) Poem by RIC BASTASA

let the poems
without mouths
and teeth
without lips
and tongue

let these poems
speak for themselves
let them be
take them for whatever they are
their appearances
let them smell the way they exude themselves
let them be
let their essence be within themselves

even without our own thoughts impressing
imposing dictating
destroying
annihilating

let the poems be like dew
dissolving to the warm rays of the sun

the poems-in-themselves
even without the necessary
english-ness...

let the poems have no shame
in whatever language
in whatever form

let the lousiness be a poem in itself
let the ugliness make you feel its ugliness
let the beauty be there
side by side with everything: darkness and light
evil and good
order and chaos
stars and explosives
pins and touch
holiness and profaneness

etc and the exclusive
specifics and generalities
you and them


and let your feelings go beyond all these
in that field where anything does not matter
where there is no more bother
but just this companionship
this togetherness this wonder
this bewilderment without end

this forever-ness, this eter
nity.