Giorgio Veneto (Athens, Greece)

The construction debris loaded truck rolled,
on empty street he walked drunk and mislead
he jauntily whistled while uncontrolled,
a rock after its course hit his hard head.

He fell inside the nearby deep dug ditch,
and some illusion crossed his simple mind;
a soldier was in world war one, odd glitch,
but he believed it and addressed it kind!

The bright trajectories of missiles searched,
for his protruded to the airs behind,
that's why he ducked his head although farfetched,
convinced he was that his behind aligned.

The 'Warrior's End' named this forsaken land,
where stalwarts ducked in the ditch like ostrich,
their heroes' stance with their behinds' firm stand,
would thus confront any bad threat of Reich!

A red dressed gypsy danced because he left,
to join the horror of world wars in ditch,
with his protruding round behind bereft,
the gypsy girl danced in his drunk mind's glitch.

A round new rock jumped from another truck,
as wide eyed he searched out to distinguish,
if the war ended - the falling rock struck,
his head to make him mumble in Tiddlish.