For The Traitor...
i shall forget the letters.
what for shall i read them?
shall i beat my head with my own
hand?
tonight i shall take them all
outside the house
crumple them
page by page
and then burn them
the smoke shall go straight
to the place where
the gods shall
soon judge us
who was at fault?
who was forgetting whom?
who made a promise?
who broke them all?
when what i see shall all be ash
i will make my last laugh....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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