Francesco Poem by L.S. Klatt

Francesco



Little bronze door where lead you?
I smell an ape or a gory fanatic
anvil head in his hairshirt lap
a bust of pleurisy
Out of the quarried travertine stones
a church of comic superheroes
*yet he walked with the underclass
& capitalized our failures

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