The Absentee Landlord
Surely, he could make it easier
When it comes to inquiries
As to his whereabouts.
Rein in our foolish speculations,
Silence our voices raised in anger,
And not leave us alone
With that curious feeling
We sometimes have Of there being a higher purpose
To our residing here
Where nothing works
And everything needs fixing.
The least he could do is put up a sign:
AWAY ON BUSINESS
So we could see it,
In the graveyard where he collects the rent
Or in the night sky
Where we address our complaints to him.
This poem was lifted from pbs.org where there is a nice article on this former poet laureate
