Rubbish


I threw it all away
Anything that my father never used
Like all his childhood memory
And the names of the songs he loved

O where now trace the shading
Of thy wry gentle smile
Brooding reasons for thy temper
Except maybe folded in my head

The invasion of the foreign thoughts
That made me and my later life
Burnt the houses and the forests
Horrified the maker of tigers

Did someone rob me of time
My space like a coin tossed away
My ears will not hear excuses
The treasurer has been buried 

I dream I am a lone pilgrim
In search of sacred appeasement
To say sorry for the neglect
To say sorry for running away

At the border I hide
From boy soldiers with red stars
The guards of the rolling hill
Which once was my mother's home

I pray for my brothers of peace
To heal the divided soul
To rise from the wasteland
And make its relics rejoin

Rome, 11 2 2007