"POETS
And all of us forced inside
the shadows of wine
we have neither words nor power
to entice other patrons.
We are hosts without questions
we receive everyone
only if they have a heart.
We are poets made of heavy robes
and intimate warmth of the woods,
we are farmers who bring
the earth to Venus
we are usurers full of crosses
we are convents that have no blood
we are a faith without prophets
but we are poets.
Alone like beasts
thrown for every mud
without a free house
nor a stone for feeling."
Created by d'Araprì