Sunday, February 14, 2010

The Ghosts in Amalfi

I will to leave the land of old and evil
And return to the Mediterranean
Where the ghosts are ancient
And have learned to forget their anger.

To drift quietly along the Icarian path
Hugging the coast, to pass Delphi
And the echoes therein.

Here in the shadow of the Acropolis,
The vacant home of older gods,
They will find me again
And listen with the dolphins
To a music that will make them
Mourn their lack of a corporeal form.

Their tears will descend
with a Squall far from the shore.

And as the clouds gather beyond the shoal
I will take a record of their weeping from my lap,
And they will know I have heard them,
And their fury.

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