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