Top Of Back Heat Sensation?

dying town

winds down the hill of pain.


Now that is deep and sad sea
campaign
crack and foxes

along the ditches and the old villages
life becomes
tears and groans the forest,
spreading gangrene.

It 's like syncope
that rends the starnelle

asphyxiated along the canals in the summer heat.

E 'the old
gasp of a suffering humanity in the heart that
bolts
waiting for nothing.

country die under foot
deaf

dying in silence and be still waiting.

cynical caresses
rob you again. You know
always
but you let yourself go. It does not help


the need for peace of death

that din that broke the plains. And he shoots


and poor light

turn fearful and dismayed at the slaughterhouse.

Francesco Agresti

(photo by Angela Immediate)

Poetry and cultural events prepared by Angela Immediate