Calamity With The Male Concubine (Fiction) Poem by Dominic George

Will the drizzle rain comfort the infertile soil?
The soil is dead and it's your soul!
Still if the rain is willing to cool of your boil
Would you tell a priest of your toil?

Attended a wedding and befriended the groom
Developed an intimacy
Visiting and staying and sleeping in his room
Never for his wife to see

Father the Creator may purr off a deep sorrow
I'll side on Him who is Lord
satan reckons and con men to think in shallow
Don't disregard the Great God!