Matthias Pantaleon (24 August,1984 / Oronija Island, Rivers State, Nigeria)

No one knows why a poet cries
How could they?
When the world has never
Seen a bird cry

Poets cry anyway
Long stream; high tides
The tears of a poet
Forms a line in every stanza
A nightingale delivers

The tears of a poet is a liquid poem
They flow freely like sonnet
In the theatre
Like good in a channel of plenty

A poet is a prophet of art
Art is nature
The tears of a poet
Is a mass of intellectual vapour
Floating on his mind

The price of a poet is service
His pride; humility
His tears; respect
For poetry is service, humility, respect!