The circle closing
Who throws you the rope?
Time itself, the season for change…
Your own country.
You have stepped into it
tied your feet only
to swim the Adriatic
and sink like a torpedoed hull
to the bottom
stone-cold drunk
You have organized terrorist cells
with safe-houses in your body
beginning to explode
You have placed the noose
around your neck this perpetual halo
that hangs around you
now just a matter of time
when you will hang suspended
above an open pit
your own well of time, concentric
circles on a boundless surface
this noose is only the first
8.12.1989