pOm || Anny Ballardini

Shining, the Sun
 
and you,  
immobile in bed,
/sane\ long ago
                                        \\\HEALTH///
_same posture_for three months_
              is Johannes Brahms’ requiem yours
                             will you follow Verdi in his agony?
The sun shines in a Vivaldian way
leaves tremble in the fiddles through the wind
              our affirmations/ massages/ thoughts have been mined
                             I’ve prayed distant saints, gods/goddesses
                             far and near, consumed means by frantic use
                                            Gratiae consoling clean their whisper
              your slow agony & me disappearing with you
                                            and then overeating to spare/gain light strength
 _a Father
                                            how can the world forget their own fathers?
                                           Ah, the ignorance of man when he saw Christ
              & willingly did not recognize Him. Damned will
the human race be in the slew of shining Sun.