Rome
during the quiet calm
of serene panting
beneath saint Cecilia's tomb
i'd began to wander
about stone structures
captured in sorted monuments
one would nestle so tranquil
throughout sudden raptures
gathered about Di Vatican's scrolls
tainted with forgotten truths
of mortified mystery
and gentle grievances
reaping beholding the just
of twilight laughter
a broken chalice
opening a wooden door
of surviving Florence
in nineteen forty three
karma arises behind
uncovered ashes
hindering the brutal
mindful beings clinging
to forgiveness needing naught
for chastising the greedy
accordingly upright
and slow to righteousness
a graveness thought of
only above hamburgs promise
feeding a whisper as we weep so
for the souls of the silent beings
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2012
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