Italy


summer light filters

through the imperial arches

a faded empire bathing

in the glow of ancient glory

leaving an Italian night

the way Virgil saw

stars streak the sky  

the grand architecture of clouds

just there a slender sprout

pushes it’s way through the ruins

living out loud


history is an unreliable teacher

did the world play such sweeter music then?

the modern dust and vain fuss

of our strident march to oblivion

their songs and splendors

vanishing before

our shiny gift  

a distasteful paste

in a drunken blender of haste

the bitter taste of inhumanity

we’ve finally surpassed nature at calamity

the past is silent, serene


you can’t hear the screams

of history


in Italy