Easter Monday he is not living, he's dead other realities pending Il Papa, Holy Father, the Pope this was his home, his basilica St Peter's, heart of a church they'd known he was poorly prayed for him even and now he's died a few flags flying at half mast Carabinieri out on the streets world's news teams gathering stories to be told, vox pops recorded 'I was there when the news broke' yet Rome goes on, normale as usual tourists everywhere pilgrims on Via della Conciliazione school trips snake through crowds cafes, restaurants ply their trade buses and trains keep rolling Roma to play Inter Milan
the Pope is dead a conclave will gather black smoke, then the white and a new one will be elected for now more important questions dust off the plans, make new ones prepare for the influx, the bookings ready the beds, plan for extra supplies what's it going to do to the traffic how will it affect my commute been here before, will again life goes on, it has to long live Il Papa