To Kazantzakis
I visited your grave on Crete
You said god pardons the singers
but I think he has doubts about poets
God sends streams of milk
flowing down the mountain
We whores of the imagination
tell stories of weeping prophets
and priests no one believes
We create ideas of winged clouds
filled with fiery kingdoms
but angels lie, steal and cheat
then break into tears
when they lift their arms up to heaven
and their hands fall off
by Mario Zecca
You said god pardons the singers
but I think he has doubts about poets
God sends streams of milk
flowing down the mountain
We whores of the imagination
tell stories of weeping prophets
and priests no one believes
We create ideas of winged clouds
filled with fiery kingdoms
but angels lie, steal and cheat
then break into tears
when they lift their arms up to heaven
and their hands fall off
by Mario Zecca
Image, "Heaven's Gate", by Mario Zecca
Another marvelous poem on Cafe Aphra. Well done poet. Well done Café Aphra
ReplyDeleteSurreal and majestic. Particularly like the image "God sends streams of milk / flowing down he mountain".
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