DANTE'S EYES

O Dante'
Your eyes have fallen out
O Dante'
There is no need to sing and shout
O Dante'

Whence came you walking, when the dogs of Athens tore me up?
And in the ruins, I kicked the dust, disturbing the sands -
I could almost hear the old Greeks moan and I protest
We ended up in a small cafe', in an Italian section.

True light shimmers
But I digress -

The past retreats, in the streets, the hooded priest draws a knife
There is no future in my mind, your Nazi police force that love mankind
You survived the holocaust but I thought that you could know me -
Even those, the criminals, were happy to be set free.

It's strange the way we found ourselves
To be the same distance apart....

O poor old Dante'
Poor, poor Dante'

01/14/2005

Author's Note: Peace

Posted on 01/14/2005
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