Our trysts at ‘Lion’
You and I,
had it not been for the nationalistic South Slav madness –
would have grown old, splendidly.
Yet what remains
of our entire life
are those sad trysts in Lion Cemetery.
I’ll tell you too
that I’m happiest in misfortune:
when rain catches me at the cemetery.
I love so terribly
getting soaked together.
Change of address
all of them,
change their address.
A case in point: Alfonso Gatto.
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