The Metaphor Of The After Life Poem by RIC BASTASA

because of your biased
love for dogs
the cats are not fed
and those with
kittens kept inside
the ceiling
killed more rats

the dogs keep barking
the whole night
the neighborhood turn
war freaks

the moon is mourning
for the loss of some
stars

the sun is anxious
that morning as the
sunflowers bow down
and let all its seeds
fall to the ground

this is the main ingredient
of spring
and the sticking sorrow
that refuses to leave the
house of the trodden

someone claims that morning
that suicide is the gateway
to life
that sorrow is one key that
opens the locked door
of another mystery