He writes a poem when he needs one
and sometimes they go here
or over here
and sometime they hang
there
like they might say something important in a line of thought
but always this word<- or that -> word
leads
somewhere else, but it doesn’t matter.
Even matter doesn’t matter.
In a parallel universe this poem ended war.
In this universe
war is hell
and this is just a poem
wishing
like all of the other poems
for
peace.