If Not For Me Poem by Maple Trail

Now that your poems
don't sing of me
no need to choose colors carefully

And if your poems
don't remember me
I'll find my way home severally

Why leave the gate ajar
if your poems are not for me
Why save foolish parchment scraps
that ramble on philosophically

Why even rise at dawn
or paint up prettily?
Why chemistry, mythology?

Rather, if not for me
Let there be no poetry

If not for me
let there be no university
no history…

Aye, let there be no history!