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| Credit: Rosie-Lesso/The Collector |
Romanesque
by Salvatore Difalco
What am I afraid of? What am I not
admitting to my people? Forget what I said
the other day. I meant nothing
mysterious, something born of night groans.
I move toward a new self,
one polished with stone and well-oiled.
Figures with enormous hats
ask me if I wish to purchase blood.
This morning was water.
The afternoon promises villages of grief.
I am like a Roman river
full of silvery fish and spikes well-submerged.
Believe me when I begin
to pour wine over my head and sing verses.
People glitter as they listen.
I revolve without being swallowed.
Headless father,
I’ve kept you too long in the closet.
Flies swarm, the smell
blinds me and loosens my teeth.
A church bell rings.
I feel it kick my spine.
Sicilian Canadian poet Salvatore Difalco currently lives in Toronto, Canada. His new book of poems Off Course should be available in early 2025.
