a black hand seller in mercato ballaro
with a fake-gold cross on his neck, proud on his face,
and grief on his back.
his proud is not because of his fake-gold cross
he takes for the Jesus ,swinging on his neck,
he landed from the sky
unlocks all the doors
a black hand seller in mercato ballaro
cannot forget some of 6200 black eyes
drowned
in the Mediterranean sea
and cannot say
the Mediterranean sea is not more beautiful
than 6200 black eyes
cannot say
no sea is more beautiful than 6200 eyes
and
it is useless to love dumb prophets
on the blind-windows of your souls
which not open out to us
