Who And What We Are And What We Do Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are the witch of the night
and i am the wizard too
and so here we are
roaming the night with our black wings
on half bodies

we are looking for words
and metaphors
to eat

we have separated our minds
and bodies

there will be more insomniac nights
and more bloody encounters
among ourselves

some blood and flesh will fall on the ground unnoticed
tomorrow morning
some flowers with red petals grow
the passersby will smell the
odor of our lives

we are the poets and the poetesses
without our names in the books
of their collections