Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Poems by ModPo'ers: De Cesare Patrizia - And I Die

And I die.

And I die
The Giants I hold up the umbrella
of misbehaviour
and turn the square axle
my dark sky
clouds and storms that befit me
savory nights
the regalia of my Opera
where no glittered stars.
So wild a den I
to complain in my hair disease incurable.
My syllables in its leghold trap.
Here's the Hunter
It was spring, a day!

(reprinted here with the author's permission)

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