INAUGURATION DAY

 

The day the fascists took Wash-

ington, it was night

in Rome, where I hid

in a rented house in Tras-

tevere, certain rooms locked—

because I could never afford

it all. I ran into Rosanna

,a good egg, and we didn’t speak

of the end of the world as the hope

,fighting against all odds for eight

complacent years, took two steps

back in five minutes. For

“No man’s fuck is holy

because man’s work is most war.”

                        Is good really so relative

its works can be blown away

in an instant in the winds of wrong?

                        I guess wrong knows

all the tricks—from open carry

to concealed weapon.

                        And right

is the bells ringing across Rome

this morning, signaling the loss

,again, of a good man gone down.

                        1/20-21/2017

                        Rome