Ula

Won’t you let me see, his only rest in peace, he only asked for freedom, the consolation of his bones, a human soul or shady tree, beside these heaving boats, I sing you all a melody, a bitter chant of make believe, for your own eyes destiny, as you wait to board, this swarm of human seed, only one remains to load, the dancing lights of Italy, Lampedusa’s moonlit sea, rock of Simon Peter, Europe hear our moans, New York light a greeting, a shoreline bears his clothes, he sailed to enter history.