My Search for The Perfect Host
When the sun comes up I’m going to a place
that I’ve never visited before.
I’m a little apprehensive about the return trip
because I enter through a one way door.
To my knowledge no one has been there
and come back to let me know.
It is accepted that one doesn’t return
after they have left to go.
Despite that fact, I need to visit a man
who died many years ago.
I don’t expect to see him looking well
he’ll be more of a spiritual glow.
He’s the only one who can give me answers
to the questions that are troubling me
about this man I met about a week ago
who looked and spoke the same as he.
Now I’m not one to believe in reincarnation,
it seems too far fetched to me,
so I have to find out the truth about this guy
who behaved so naive and innocently.
I liked this guy, but he seemed just like an echo
of the man who was once my host.
The whole situation brings me to question my ethics
on his suitability to fill the soon to be vacant post.
However I do have a problem about the visit,
with regret I must leave my current host.
That means the soul will be left decidedly dead,
and on his way to become a ghost.
Maybe I could accompany him on his journey,
just to keep him company, so to speak,
and maybe I could introduce him to past hosts,
this is going to be a hell of a busy week!
poem by Orlando Belo
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