Where we fall in the dew of shadowless beings
Where we taste evil and blood and know our silence
Is its mother….
Where we lie down in fear of sleeping our eyes transfixed
On a wind of blowing dust and skin…..
The future walks among us….
Where we hear the muted prayers of a vanished child at
The gates that
open toward nothing….
Where we hold one another in the dying parts
Of ourselves…
Where we waken in dawns aflame
And feel the stick figures
On the ancient walls watching us….
The future walks among us….
Bologna
30jan2020
