Upon A Bed Of Rock

got a bedrock for my being
not the usual softness of the pillow that mothers usually
give to their sons
it is hard on my head
it can smash if i meet it headway
and so i am as careful as you
not to break the rules
of engagement
the ethics of conduct
the code of life
this is the rock on my head
above it the rope
and your hands.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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