These Words

Had they heeded the words of the first poet of peace,
There'd be no war, and no need for poets of peace.
Had they heeded the first poet of love,
There'd be no hate, and no need for poets of love.
Therefore, I say,
Heed these words.
Whether I am a poet of peace or love
Or even a poet of complete banality,
Listen, take the words to heart.
For whatever they carry (and I do not know what they carry)
They are, essentially, the fruits of my soul
Ripened so that they may no longer remain on the bough.