PREMONITIONS

Premonitions of the past…
Whatever happened to you?
Asleep against the warm bricks of some church next to the Campidoglio.
You said out loud, the taste of pineapple in your mouth: the future is more dead than the past has ever been.
Against the warm bricks above the temple of Juno Moneta.
That forgotten site where lives the unquestionable record of historic events.
Lost now, under the terra cotta street lamp, buried under the church.
Under the site where the augurs predicted you’d say out loud: maybe a dog will bury your bones instead.
This very spot of Eternity with the taste of pineapple in your mouth…
Past premonitions.
Whatever happened to you?