At night I write

        At night I write from the bed
and plunder the fruits of darkness
to exchange them for coins made of words.
While herding words I gather the hours
in unseemly bundles
to place on the pyre of recollection.
Or launch into the ocean of time.

Then I name all this poetry.

Silvia Pio, Italy

Translated by the author

     Bavagramma by Gianni Bava