Robert wrote poetry

when he was in love
and love making
lit the flames
inside him

he was a failure
at farming
but cultivating
woman gave him
pause to write
upstairs in the
loft at a table
after following
the plough

his sister
would sneak up
and read his poetry
when he went back
to the field
he planted with
ruined seed

his seed
grew in women
and he drank
with his bawdy
and sober repented
of his trangressions

were his
and words
his salvation