Bassano Moon


bright as that 
votive candle 
lit after mass
rises above those 
war torn mountains
partaking red wine before
dreaming or crepuscolo 

mere shadow of a man
paralyzed & nightmares
battling memories
scarring my soul
flashbacks & delusion

traditional shot of grappa
upon my grandmother’s 
ancient flowering rose 
aiming for the roots 
pricked my already maimed finger 
bleeding upon sacred soil
blood of an unmartyred saint


Illustration: Claire Palmer

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