Leaving Fardapur

An ancient man of ancient men
I wander far from local shore
(where friends are lovers and lovers friends)
a stranger now among strange men.

From ancient tome I read ancient poems
crackle parchment lines my bed
ancestor poetry is no substitute
for the man I found in Fardapur.

I share the company of fathers and sons
(their mothers bent to the stove)
never before so alone, leaving Fardapur.
I am an ancient man of ancient men.