Piazza Vigliena, cause and effect

Quattro Canti

Out of the ordinary way
Where death like a policeman stands
At the junction of all that is wrong
White gloves on eternal hands
The toll of the bell hurt my ears
The chime of the clock laid me low
Maybe I'd been there before
But the mind was too weakened to know
Invisible to pedestrian eyes
I looked to the street with the sun
Horses turned into machines
All I had known became one
To the four quarters of the earth
The traffic sped by without pause
Everything in life I had done
Effected only the cause
The seasons benign and defunct
The fountain of youth ran dry
I crawled on my hands and my knees
Unable to live or to die.

© Severn Dwyer. 2015

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