On the shore of Ponte Cais
The years chip away at history
Souls, waves and tears are speechless
Confidants implacable and ashen-faced
On the shore of Ponte Cais
The current still polishes faith
Pummels it
Surrounded by the disco beat temptations
And the tawdry lights of the Olympia Hotel
You look back at your plate
Unaware
Do the grinding of the waves
And the glare of Olympia
Silence the hunger
No comments:
Post a Comment