One does not want to find

the body on the floor,

bits of brain and blood flecked

in patterns on the walls.

After decades scribbling

these poems to the page,

reading hundreds if not

thousands of others ,

apparently, I just needed you.

So, please, tell me, my child,

what my poetry means

to an ignorance like mine.

Keeping in mind, the reader

finds what he wants to find.

(May 16, 2018)