Poets with Superpowers

Williams and Allan are immortals,
Inking their paths through years they’ve toiled,
Luring love and hate alike,
Death itself can’t break the charm,
Knives, swords and axes too.
Hearts freeze but Allan’s arm
Around their necks– like a psych
Recalling memories– is coiled
Dearly it makes them great immortals.

Allan and Rumi are just but few
Out of a thousand magicians
who use their quills and wand;
Ink as healing portion
that kept men alive.
Words turn balm and portion,
sometimes glue to strengthen bond.
And poets become physicians,
Their sweet words are bitter drugs to chew.

Younglan Louis