On Behalf of Italy

I shall die as heroes tend to do,
With one foot pushed ahead
Upon some stairs within a
Square below a castle in Liguria.
The castle will, of course, long
Have been put into the public's
Hands, its parapets and battlements
Now only places in which iron
Maidens display discount Chinese
Clothes. There are no heroes
Anymore. There are, instead,
The tradesmen, who will put
A price on anything, and
There also are those whose
Lives take place inside of
Ambulances. They will seize me.
I will go, another superannuated
Yank to fill their hospital,
A guy who'll die and pay some
Bills, and be, thereby, of use
To them, but not a hero,
Just a tourist, dropping
Onto paving stones in some
Town in Liguria, as tourists
Tend to do.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-14 at 03:55

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds like an interesting way to go out anyway. Do heroes die easier? probably not.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!