From the tall Roman aquaduct that survives in the heart
\nof Firenze, windows and doors peer casually like eyes
\nfrom within the sockets of a polished ancient skull
\nat the tourists spending euros and pointing cameras.<\/p>\n
All manner of soft hulled and armoured descendents
\nscuttle through the narrow corridors of this hive,
\ncooking, nesting, humming, as they did millennia past
\nin the red brick and marble Roman markets and houses
\nfed precious water through channels from the duct above.<\/p>\n
Cameras tell these images to albums back in our houses And so we prepare to live their lives: From the tall Roman aquaduct that survives in the heart of Firenze, windows and doors peer casually like eyes from within the sockets of a polished ancient skull at the tourists spending euros and pointing cameras. All manner of soft … Continue reading
\nstrung like plastic beads on the sprawling web of streets
\nwe call suburbia<\/em>, unconsciously animating
\nthe ancient tongues that spoke so long ago.<\/p>\n
\narm armies, mourn loss, re-pile bricks and listen for
\nthe cadence of Roman legions’ sandals
\nthe beat of the legions’ drums
\nthe flow of legions’ blood.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"