waking up view out of the sleeping-car compartment            



behind an embankment’s yellow gorse

the landscape disappears. fellinian

farmsteads & bundled branches in


meager little woods. there, behind

the tedder, on top of the rocky hill,

on the left hand side the cappella


della madonna di san brizio with

signorelli’s last judgement, a demon

in his libidinous desire, center of the


inferno, carrying on his shoulders one

of the damned, a young naked woman,

an ongoing, unlimited abduction that we’ve


known since kafka’s trial, a constant

cycle of law as a pure form of emptiness,

yet appearing as a sentence, discernible


as punishment & preventing the true acquittal for all of us.



published in: Florida English, 2005, Vol. 3, p.36