| "The Road to Bologna" by ROY McNAB [boodskap #18198] |
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THE ROAD TO BOLOGNA
Roy McNab
Castiglione has many a frontier.
The white five hundred and five
Eyes of Christ on the warm hillside
Are blinding in Bologna�s light.
Marble and Brescia stone
Shackle an anchor to our load,
And distant as Damascus now
Bologna and our private road.
High in the blazing Appennines,
Before the forest�s grasping cone,
The sword embedded in the cross
Sings of a sacrifice in stone,
Permanent as del Robbia sky,
And singing it centres
The century�s wrong
Nails my conscience
to its song.
O Paul, Paul ons dood lê hier
Onder die grond se skaduwee,
Stand unshod on their mountain bier,
Salute the symbol of the tree.
So we come to our first frontier;
The cemetery looms like a customs shed,
Have I anything to declare
To the marshalled dead?
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