Poem By DAVID GERARDINO
dressden, with your abstract banquet, permit
me to settle this metamorphosis with a gut feeling,
a self-sacificing with outdated wheels and your
home town, transylvania.
yes transylvania, a place of spirits,
strange ghost, witches, druids, and a
depraved look from a hydrogen bombs.
yes your metamorphosis has tought us all
that even if your beatifull, you still could
be, , , , , the devel.......