Esplanade

The esplanade of obligations

Expanded like a millipedes trail

Long and never-ending

I walk, and then ran to chase the boundary

Like a bee behind a traveling bunch

I saw blood splashed coins of

Silver bronze and gold

That smelled the decaying kinship

Producing one single stink, foul

That can be a father’s or a brother’s

But who won is unquestioned

Cause a triumph over one’s own blood

Is a defeat to himself, his conscience

I wish if this long road lead

To the freedom of absolute poorness

Where my heart would

Finally  find a place to
Rest in peace…