I don’t like it when a poem provides answers

I don’t like it when a poem

Provides answers

Bad news come

By the morning mail

Or the ungodly call

But lovers will saddle up

Horses from Japan

And builders will grind

Bricks into fine prints

Please read closer

When I tell the truth

Carried away by the

Morning mail, by the ring

Of small hours calls.

Image credit : Pierre La Police

Frédéric Benqué