The Cold Cuts Of God ... Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Cold Cuts Of God ...



the night is cold
inside the room
our bodies are colder
our emotions
frozen
and we are
like the cold cuts
of God
served upon a
platter
with no one
picking

but don't worry
for soon
sunshine comes
like some knives
by the shutters of
our morning
windows

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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