2017.08.26.
You Shouldn't Ask Me
You shouldn'tAsk me
Why sick poems live.
I understand
It was better
To have a supply of healthy words.
But I can't help it,
Dreams can't be asked
Why they come.
Why punishers of the night
Have unsheathed their swords
And a horde of them is approaching me.
Why blind, exhausted people
Have clustered at the doors
Of my unchildish memory.
Fire has devoured dozens of lives,
But is there anyone
Who would take
All the evil upon themselves?