Long echo in the spice of night
scale that weights our silence
palace of dolls dressed in dark past.
Memory lost in a slice of lemon
like a shard of broken sun light.
Moans of the excomunicated
that even the lord no longer hears ...
''Forgive me father for I have sinned ! ''
The black women will go
to pray for the inconsolable souls
and then heat up the soup for the sons .
Protocol for shadows faithful to the oaths.
Men throw flowers of blood
in the name of eternity and the sacred .
Palermo's stillborn children
sign as the crucified passes by
before heading off to the harvest .
Tomorrow you'll be my widow
for such,is fate .
Palermo mute
Palermo pays its dept .
Freed from the damp catacombs of the living
I'm not going back to the cold of the tomb
I'd go wandering in the crypt of the mumies,
listen to the mass of the cursed
with the grimacing men of god .
And you'll turn away from their hollowed-out eyes.
You who love life as much we cherish death ...
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Dark and somewhat gothic in nature this poem paints a picture of redemption. Powerful and moving it speaks to the soul of forgiveness
" A picture of redemption " .An other aspect of Italia far from its light .
An impression of descending into the realm of shadows. The past intertwines with the present, and death becomes as tangible as life itself. The poem is imbued with a dense atmosphere of darkness, yet there is a note of acceptance of fate within it.
As always, this is a work one wishes to return to, discovering new facets of its imagery and meaning each time.
All know that they will be accountable in the here after .
Such a nice poem about time and sorrow, and the contrast between life and death. The tragedies and pain are clear. There's a big difference between those who cling to life and those who find comfort in death. I loved reading this.
Palermo. A city strangely alive in its worship of death .
The death of a person leaves behind memories for those involved. That's something important in life.
Dead leaves memory .
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