You Shall Not Return
(Answer to Claude McKay I shall return)
YOU shall not come again
You won’t come back
You shall not turn up, you shan’t
To chuckle and care for the ones you want to see
To wristwatch with wonder surprised eyes
For the dozy noontime shall be shadowy,
And you shall not see the way
The forest fires shall have eased off
And there shall be mere darkness, grey
Grey smoke drifting stagnantly
To the blackened grey sky without limit
You won’t reach your destination
Where many streams loiter without flowing
As huge boulders in it are embedded
Your dreams shall be unrealized
From afar ere you arrive
You shall hear the fiddle and fife
Of the village of your destination,
Eliding desponding delicious tunes
That stir to life the secreted depth of native life
Of a life of depression, nullity of life
Dull melodies of primitive, smart tunes that
Shall make you moan, this weak and vicious melodies
You shall not return, you shall not return
The pain in your heart, the soreness in your soul
Cannot be alleviated, you shall expire
Before you return your dreams unrealized
You shall not return again
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