Saturday, August 8, 2009

Poem for Saturday, August 8th, 2009


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

3 comments:

  1. i like the importance you place upon narrative in your poems, andrew.

    my favorite line is "the hudson river became a little dirtier" i can't exactly say why.

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  2. P.S. Andrew, you have never read one of my poems or you wouldn't say that. :)

    P.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.

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