A wayfarer seeks his ancestors in a tombless graveyard

Poverty ornamental brewing soul walks in the Pepper tree lane
And a far away tall chimney carries off smoke to the wistful sky
Like his wistful thinking.
Hardly he got into an omnipotent bus that goes to an unreal destiny.

I would like this to be windswept, if I know the whereabouts of the songbird Susie.Gharib?

*[ They have pierced my hands and my feet, they have counted all my bones.]