On a boat I heard <br />the moist slap of bare feet, <br />and foresaw faces dark with hunger <br />My heart was a pendulum <br />Between her and the ocean <br />I don't know what strength broke me free <br />From her eyes <br />What tore me <br />Loose from her arms <br />She remained loaded by tears <br />Her anguish hidden by the rain <br />I knew I was powerless to help her <br />This poor old woman, who, <br />Only a month ago waited tables <br />Wheezing like a coal miner <br />Trying to live with dignity <br />In her dying eyes there was a plea <br />For forgiveness <br />for solace now vanished. <br />Just as her body will soon be lost; <br />In the great mystery that surrounds us <br />Clowns riding on a crippled planet <br />Called 'Earth' <br />All we encompass, all we radiate <br />Lovers of the ocean <br />Born in apple groves <br />Faces tragic and haunting <br />speaking of comrades <br />who mysteriously <br />disappeared. <br />And were said to be hidden somewhere <br />at the bottom of the sea <br />On one of the coldest days of my life <br />a day, that also made me feel closer to all <br />to this strange, for me anyway, <br />human race. <br />How is it possible to feel nostalgia <br />for a world I never knew? <br />How can a civilization that built this <br />be destroyed to build this…? <br />Tell death to go to hell.<br /><br />Liberatore Suffoletta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/che-guevara-s-midsummer-night-s-dream/
