Cosmic Bronze

Carnebianca's men, the bronzes golden
and dark molten by wax
lost with the infinite universe,
they are the same shadows
of our lost souls
for journeys without time.
It’s useless to stare at the time
of a presumed accomplishment,
there's no compass there's no star
that can stop us
serene in front of the sky
pitiful on the beach front.
Noble or wandering, always careful
to discover the fate that made us penitent
in a sure life for an uncertain death.

Centro Babuinico, may 1994