Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Catania Collective

The verve of all this black-
ened stone, dormant dome,
o’ cucchiti; lay down

thy vanity, prof.,
thy vanity of the curious
and nervous gesture to play

remembering all this stone
porous, black, and burnt,
an earth that moves through agency:

domus dominion domination,
associations of threat
and assassination, finding freedom

in a collective.
To tell the truth, the Mafia is
a fascist plague in socialist

times, a military ent-
erprise in private hands,

and ticking. I remember:
the ancient city below the street,
two swans, one black and one was white.


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