Rome

Dedicated to Agnese, Giovanna and Minolo

we are tender machines
cicadas buzzing a rhythm for the sun to shine brighter
a place of pause
midnight migrants and their sacrifice
an exodus of biblical proportions
to sea they have gone
to boats they cling
with ears clogged by the sound of the ocean
a multitude of migrants
sullen and surprising, movement and entropy
the truthfully delicious condition secure and ready
taking into account every eventuality
a feeling comes undone
deliberate and calculating
the elevator moves without arriving just a ring of passage
ruins in reverse mouth notes and compassion fatigue
food where the sun burns the cobblestone streets, typical
for the precariat sunning themselves on the beach
bedouin blessings and figs for fate
bare and browning with tales of great fiction to animate their streets
events that tone and strengthen a greater passion
to the fruit of the lost
small votives dance in the breeze before the night presents itself
with diamond lights and maximum joy