WHO IS SINGING THE POEM?

Who is singing the poem ?


The shoprats relishing
                       the touch of sunlight,
the carpenters cursing
                       their hammers and nails,
the dishwashers stealing
                         a cigarette or two.


What is the poem saying ?


It's inviting us
                 to the feast of mankind,
it's calling us
                to the banquet of all souls,
it's making music
                  of our passionate fury.


Where is the poem now ?


In the light of dawn
                     awaiting the lovers,
in the glaze of frost
                      adorning the grass,
in the open roads
                  leading to the future.


And where is the poem going ?


It's going to scatter its seed
                               from pillar to post
it's going to fill the air
                           with the sparkle of life,
it's going to fill the streets
                               with sayings of truth.