Saturday, November 24, 2007

Avarice and Malice

This is an Italian sonnet:

Take a moment to hear the stagnant wind
Old ghosts hang around my feet in shadow
I walk but their hands cling unto marrow
A cigarette to get around the din
A taut mind cannot forgive its avid sins
As it climbs atop the blazing cosmos
On the pained backs of those who did follow
Conscious heavy; I should have thicker skin
Avowal and thoughts about the future
Trips unto forgiveness and dignity
Roll the wrong forward, away from pity
I'm sorry goes a long way to suture
Ancient bonds broken by avidity
In lack of hope for a decent future

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