Drift of Civilization
(In death of Edoardo
Sanguineti)
The green wood
crashed
From the third floor
down
while Edoardo
like dry wood
was left
two hours
waiting
for help;
meanwhile television,
radio,
newspapers,
networks,
were babbling of
heroes,
other green wood
sent to die
by pompous senators
Pharisees of the
third millennium
in the name of a
homeland
with no more
fathers!
But what kind of
place
has become this Country,
Where poets live
and die
In the utter
indifference,
while bitches and
their pimps
make the news
wide coverage’s
enjoyed
by the newly
scribes
In a frenzy of amps
That seem to lead
us
Into the drift
Of our civilization?
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