now that you’ve found the road
how does it feel?
and now that you’ve smelled the oleander trees
how does it feel?
between those walls of stone and history
and the grey leaves of olive groves
in the torrid silence of high noon
in the empire of the lizard
when the sun, and oh, the sun!
and pines and cypress alleys
and vinery
does it ever make you think of tomorrow?
or does it ever make you think of things past?
i’ve seen the valleys and the hills
and oceans on the horizon
solemn faces of alabaster
and Mary, Goddess of the hills
her breasts lying bare
and fertile
to feed her children
Etruscans, they say
who needs walls to worship
your kingdom?
