Poems Poesie

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

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

 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

  It does not close completely That troublesome mitral valve Thus slowing down The steps

The fire, next time, is already here singeing the margins rushing to the core feasting