THE PRODIGAL SON Poem by André Schmitz
THE PRODIGAL SON
The prodigal son hasn't returned.
These are the pigs with which
he shared acorns and truffles,
and the girls in whom
he spent his talents,
these are the girls and the pigs
who have come to his father's
to receive the fatted calf
- to give it to the ingrate
sprawled down there in the depths.
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