...Stnking Rusts.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

if only
you look outside the window
you will
find no one

it is not wrong
to just stay inside
and think that
the world thinks about you
and that some are looking
forward to meet you
at the party

if that is the only cue
for your survival
by all means
take it.

if you walk outside the
neighborhood is at odds
with each other over
minor concerns
over bloated problems which
they think
have no reconcilable solutions

if you sail to the other
side
you will find an island of graveyards
dead bodies on their
shallow graves
without flowers without any widow
or children grieving over them

it is such a lonely world outside
your room
so, there is no use going over there
after all

at the end of the day the weapons of
mass destruction inhibit this earth
embraced by fungus and moss and
stinking rusts