If It Becomes So
if it becomes so
that in wishing for the star
to have to touch its glitter like it were a firefly in my glass bowl
if it is so
that i, this poet, shall glow like the star and the firefly
glowing like a bright star
it it is so that like all those before me
one buries her head inside an oven
and the other hangs his strongest sigh on that tree and takes
death for an answer to the questions
if it be so
that i tomorrow morning shall turn into a cockroach and shall be asked to leave
and that i may find myself in the middle of winter and drive this horse
and talk about
lament
if it it takes, a lifetime of offering to be at the side of the gods
where laurels are made and worn on heads of the honored,
if it be so,
that i lose my head in this quest, my arms cut into pieces, my brain scattered
in the great river of loneliness,
if it be so
that i soon shall give everything just to be with the rest who have gone
their names written in stone, without the riches and gold,
if it be so,
that i go naked too and speak the language of the great losers,
insult to humanity, eyes taken away, sockets emptied, and flesh rotten,
if it be so that i shall just be the bone without any markings,
then let it be,
your name is poetry, i know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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