Poem About Who

Who, with his legacy of words and loud
High-sounding histories, shall chart
The passions of a face, the winnowed
Crops and pastures of the heart.

Since, in his cups the will is dredged
Scatheless of purpose, natheless more clear,
Since his cartography has fledged
Songs of no promise and yet sincere.

His heart accepts the yield of vowels since
There are none to take his word,
He hears the heart in silence dense
And sights no other tongue has heard.

Who, is my magic boy and proud,
He stalks a victory, talks his war
With consonants of peace imploughed
Deep in his wounds and aching like a scar.