My Saudade Poem by Fate McFate

From the sole of my body to the top
of my head,
there is no soundness.
Only wounds and welts
and open sores;
not cleansed or bandaged
or soothed with oil.

My desires are desolate
my soul burned with fire
my heart is being stripped by
memories.
Old memories.
Laid waste as when overthrown by
brothers.

A son of love, am left
like a shelter is a vineyard
like a hut in field of melons
like a city under siege.
Awaiting rescue.