If you have never been to Rome,
Italy, and many have not,
just to warn you it is a city
of details. Every place you look,
every corner you turn, there will be
the drama of a huge recycled
(renaissance)
building or monument or maybe
both and the same. Leaving Rome,
on the train to Florence, the
pain wants to eat its own bone,
a self-gladiating wish for freedom.
by Michael Poage
From Cagibi Issue 2: Three Poems by Michael Poage
Michael Poage was born in Virginia. He has published ten books of poetry, most recently, Human Ink, Blue Cedar Press, 2017. He has just received an appointment as the Poet-in-Residence at Dzemal Bijedic University in Mostar, Bosnia & Herzegovina. He teaches English to international students at Wichita State University.
About the Artwork
The Apennines, Italy, early spring. Photograph by Veronica, a writer and artist based in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
Appears In
Cagibi Issue 2
