Poem – Voyage to Italy (By Henryk Baranski)

Voyage to Italy
AND IN
GREAT PARNASSUS
THE DWEEBS HELD SWAY
SIFTING AND RISING
FROM THEIR HARD BEDS
BECKONING AND WELCOMING
THE BECOMING OF THAT MAN
WHO DRIVES DOWN
THROUGH THE BUFFALO HERD
AND THE HERD OF THEM
PREGNANT AND BRIGHT
BRIMMING WITH THE WONDROUS
THE LORE AND THE SHINE
THE MIRACLES FED WITH FORKS
AND WINE DRUNK TO INCESS.
HOW FAVOURITED THEY
HAVE BECOME NOW,
THAT WOMAN AND THAT MAN,
AS, PART OF THE CROWD,
THE GOD OF WOOD, WINE
AND REDEMPTION
SEALS THEIR SCARCE
NEEDY SOUL.
[su_henryk_baranski]