City Poems: Rome
O! in the Shadow of what happened in Nuremburg:
how farcical. I never feel bad for anyone.
Perhaps I am starting to, tho' maybe not for the best. It is
only in the Wrong direction.
Only in the untrodden forest where the flowers grow wild and lovely…
Reality sets in active Volcanoes waiting for another chance to cast Cities.
Recent cultures are the Lucky Ones.
older Lands react slower because of shadows of once-grandiose Memories.
More to lose and only images to Resurrect (ah…remember that?)
every year Marks another falling star.