Palermo, Sicily, Palazzo dei Normanni


From Catania through the hinterland
In and out of sleep
The spinal road sounds like a heart
Each vertebrae a beat
Through mountain tunnels, burning fields
And long forsaken plains
Ruined farms and old vineyards
Wagons, cars and trains
Palermo!, Palermo!
Won't you cradle me
In the ruins of your fine baroque
Or the Palazzo dei Normanni?

© Severn Dwyer. 2008

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