Will you come?
When there are no more sweets
For your cracked lips,
But a teathfull mouth?
Will you come?
When your scorched hands
Clumsily carve a lilac
In the common blood.
Will you come?
When she wraps your finger
In a dead wheat leaf,
When the spouse marries you
And dances on her smelly toes…
Will you come?
When God, drenched in love,
Walks among us and sits,
On the electric chair?
Will you raise as we did,
The treacherous knife of life ?
From which more will be brought
Into this brothel of horrors,
Where all shadows are poisoned
By a fatherless sun,
So will you come?
Son, will you come?
S.C.R.I.B.E.
P.S. : This poem was inspired by The Night of the Hunter. It is the only film of director Charles Laughton and one of the most achieved piece in Cinema History. The plot focuses on a corrupt minister-turned-serial killer who attempts to charm an unsuspecting widow and steal the money hidden by her executed husband. The relationship of the widow's children and the minister is the heart of the film
