Ultima Latet Poem by Sergio Savioli

ULTIMA LATET


...the last hour is hidden so better watch them all
let the thoughts trickle by and down into the pool
what wonder to watch them splash and spatter in the trough
and see ultima latet ut observentur omnes above the door

whistling they say soothes the silly agitation of the brain
through the lamplight the flakes flutter down onto the path
the feet also know how to step with deliberation on the ground
while the street lamp glares and the cathedral bells toll

someone's muffled paces crackle on the stony pathway
every pebble every flake every pace every noumenon
every moment is precious and every moment is wasted
it is easy to see that nothing is mine and nothing is yours