© EdwardConnor

If there is no poem at home
guess, you should get out
leave behind whatever it is haunted by
you don't love what contains it
If there is no love in heart
muzzle all what stands tall above the cold corpse,
proclaim chicanery for the ultimate morals
seduce maidens, leave them laden
seduce young boys, leave them no joy
ruin every place, every town
And if you then remember the old woman wailing
Hoping the return of the prodigal son
Return home.
For there lies a poem written for you.