Idroscalo. Ostia Poem by Dieter M Gräf
Idroscalo. Ostia
slit side already yachted
away: mall,
hamburger hovering
above it. Here
bleeds the ketchup.
Still unchallenged
quotation of an alcove with
a blue Madonna,
her barren boner
cactus in front; then
the land
scape's pants lowered
after all, by the dis
solved foot
ball field, behind which
even the Tiber ——
(For Benoît Gréan)
Translated by Andrew Shields
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