“What can I say,”
he said –.
“I have nothing to say.

“Figs are ripening in southern Italy
I am not there to eat them.”

In India a husband grieves
for his bride (they had eloped)
she’s dead by the hands of
her reptile-brain-father.

The screams of a molested child
in a Texas barn
echo throughout the universe.

“What can I say,”
he said —
with nothing to say.

He awaits tomatoes from yellow flowers.
The coal train wails in the valley, lugging
tomorrow’s toast and coffee to the power plant.

“What can I say. The lamentations of grief
have strangled the grammar of hope.”


About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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