To the Madonna of the Campanile

Peacefully you gaze upon the chaos,
the chaos of this dirty world,
no longer yours

The burning red you hold trembles
from passion. No, from pity.
The only hope left in a night
long since dark.

I would follow you, you know.
Past the gates, outside the miracle.
If only I had the strength
to abandon ideas, ideals.

Alas, I prefer the solitary Fight
against the inevitable Nothing.