...nevertheless <br />do not attempt to call this <br />art, <br /> <br />not actually nonsense <br />because these are all landmarks <br />of sorts, <br /> <br />friends without names here <br />but when i scan <br />i always remember what they did with their lives <br />and how they wish <br />to reshape them to reinvent what broken lines are there <br />furrowed on their faces <br /> <br />people that strike me with disbelief <br />lives like the flash of lightning <br />making so much thunder <br />a community bewildered <br />losing hope <br />expectations crashing down <br />like earthquake <br />productions <br /> <br />ah, these moments of truths <br />there are all here <br />captured like pigeons inside <br />a box of wood <br /> <br />they will not be killed.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-pigeons-inside-my-box/
