We....Are... What We Are... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we feast upon words
plate upon plate
and in magnificent
courses from the
Chinese chef

the words are
salty and
the sulfates are
somnambulists

we showed bloated
heads
and they begin to laugh
we look like
cheap poets making it
on
not so well attended
blog-sites

we wish we are bombs
killing some
racists and
pigs and
pachyderms

the days are over
we are into this sickness into this
common death
like whales finally finding
their destinations into some
bloody blobs.