Poor Signor Lucci and the Epic Collision
When you're an Italian
tourist in
America the last thing
you want to see is
death pre-
sumably but
that's what they saw
all five of them
Angelo Lucci and his
bella famiglia (yes
even the dear children)
were killed in an
epic aircraft collision
CRASH
went the helicopter
into another plane
the propellors sliced
each other in
utter metallic mutiny
the Hudson River
became a little dirtier
engulfing the ash
belching up bodies
Poor Signor Lucci and
his family are
staring down at us
with chocolate Italian
eyes (tears flowing in
the Arno)
but
they are happy
(are they happy?)
they cheer "Buongiorno!"
(do they cheer "Buongiorno!"?)
yes, yes
they must be happy
but when you're
a decent American
you must be sad
for them
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ReplyDeletei like the importance you place upon narrative in your poems, andrew.
ReplyDeletemy favorite line is "the hudson river became a little dirtier" i can't exactly say why.
P.S. Andrew, you have never read one of my poems or you wouldn't say that. :)
ReplyDeleteP.P.S. Thank you for being the only person in the entire world who knows my blog exists. Haha. It is a fruitless endeavor, to be sure, but thank you just the same.