Eugene Anthony Barbieri

 

Night of the Wake

On bended knee
I touched his Poet hand

But it was cold

And holding back the tears
I wished him peace
And said a prayer

Nunzio,
Beat angel of Earth
Sleeping Cherub
Soon with Shelly
In ancient Rome

Your Posey's always blooming
Now nothing makes you sad
May you scribe heavens poems
And sing them out
Whilst you play upon
a golden lyre

© by Eugene Anthony Barbieri