It’s Been Too Many YearsIt’s been too many years I haven’t gone
to see him. I couldn’t even
recognize his tomb. They told me
they’ve built several more nearby.
Will he mind? But I
don’t feel like making him happy
standing silently before his grave.
Maybe... well, all right, not even
the living mind flowers,
but they wither, they die, so
leave him alone without me, maybe
now he loves the wall, it has
the right kind of corners, his neighbors’ bones.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)