What did that nameless Angel really say That Monday When the women approached the

Riproposta nel giorno in cui il generale russo Alexander Dvornikov noto come ‘il macellaio di

Be callous, grow a callus Forge a shield around your heart   Don’t let those

Clutching at Life When the alleged dead shall rise to haunt us in the deep

E’ dal mio cane che ho appreso la gioia                                                   A Oliver, sperando in

Their Screams Live in My Ear     Sixty years later, he said “Then I

Shadow playing With bits of flesh And rubble Over the rumble Of the artillery Over

The following are two poems I wrote around 2017-8 in the thick of  Assad’s war

 Kyiv: Nelle schegge del crepuscolo   Che non t’accada mai di sentire strali di storia caderti

Kyiv: The Shards of Twilight     May you never experience The brimstone of history