Paying Homage... Poem by RIC BASTASA

as the devil tells you to destroy
divinity smiles and inspires you to
create,
one erases the beauty of poetry
telling you that it is nonsense
that it cannot feed you and cannot
support your life for another day,
the other shows you the wings of time
telling you how fast it flies
and hoarding and saving and making more
money and getting more fortunes
gets you nothing at the end,
in effect, it has created the void, so much
void that you float in your room
like a sigh,
or a whim of you breathe that dissolves in
air,
divinity tells you, there is no more time left
and you shall leave, and in a moment you
must leave an inspiration
to thos who still have to know what is important
to distinguish which belongs to your soul
and to your body, on the other hand,
you carry nothing, but you can leave at most
a beautiful piece of poetry for them to
read over a cup of tea.