Ghost Town Poem by Anthony Liccione
Ghost Town
going to a
town,
that has been
burned down-
there
i will shake hands,
with those
sunday walkers,
with rosaries
that melted
in their hands,
as the flames rose
where jesus strode
marching with match
sticks and gasoline,
before throwing
himself into the fire
we will share a coke
and some chicken
noodle soup to lighten
the moment,
before it rains
and their ashes wash
away from my hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 11:55:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
