Poetry inspired by Sicily: In Ogni Paese

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In every paese
there is an energy
filled with the spirit
of young & old paesani

Every paese has its old palazzi,
a Chiesa Madre, held together
by the perspiration
of local priests.

In every paese, children run to catechism
bounding, yelling and jumping
as only youth does.

Every paese has its
drunks, madmen, fools
buttane, delinquente
as it has its
professore, avvocati, mamme e sindaci

In every paese there is a
Peter Pan, Bar del Corso,
smoke filled Tabaccheria
a piazza 24 aprile,
monumento ai caduti
e santi padroni.

Every paese is haunted by the ghosts
of those who went away,
of dead mafiosi,
abandoned children,
poveracci and
Saraceni who were exiled
from their beloved island.

In every paese there are one eyed peasants
who will signally love their town
even if it is gradually decaying and crumbling
they see the beauty of their youth
and life pass before their eyes,
blind to the decay of time.

Every paese is filled with the desperation,
tears and joy of many lives lived
side by side for eternity.