![]() A Night in Sassi di Matera circa 1950A Poem by Gerald Parker * we're all aching and tired, huddled on this rank straw, too close, too hot for sleep; the animals press and heave; coughs, heat, sweat, rise, drip from the clammy roof, pierce our ragged sheet; the make-shift door, mil- dewed tarpaulin off the hay, has blown open, I re-tie it, lose my place on the straw; the sick child whimpers in the dark, a third burial will be hard, another one less to help scythe and sow; soon, we're being moved from centuries of dwelling in these caves, the only life we've known, how will we cope with water on tap, a place to piss and s**t, windows, heat, lighting, a fancy door we can close; what will become of us, where will our animals go, will startled tourists witness the fetid misery we've endured? © 2019 Gerald ParkerAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 24, 2019 Last Updated on October 30, 2019 AuthorGerald ParkerLondon, United KingdomAboutThere's not much to tell. I read a lot of poetry and I read my own poetry regularly. I hope other people read it and derive as much pleasure out of it as I do. My output is small, about 110 poems as I.. more..Writing
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