Windows on the world
Of this eternal light, this city brimming
With memory of massacre and masochistic
Delight, windows on a soul of fire
Brimming in the depths of those saluted,
Stirring in the sweat of the backs stretched forth in greeting,
These limbs, outstretched beneath your crumbling walls,
Drew cloth and steel against the flesh, your stone
Prison and theater, the spotlighted cell,
All eyes alive with the flames of your passion,
Round and round they circled, and still you writhe
With the congress of madness given yet delight
In all those souls who looked within and without
Your shudderless windows.
* Another poem for the wonderful Monday Poetry Potluck, as hosted by Jingle Poetry, and those lovely poets Amanda and Kavita! This week’s theme: Buildings, Landmarks and Monuments–for which I obviously chose the Roman Colosseum.