The Italians - poem by John Greiner (summer, vacation, italians)


On holiday
the Italians
       long for the chaos
of Mussolini’s palace;
the unknowable
unknown soldier
       placed
at the front
facing traffic.

In America
The Italians have no time
       for order
in the land
of little
that offers less.

If it were a matter
of the avoidance
       of chaos
then it would
       be to
Germany that these tourists
       would travel
       to eat various
würsts, and loll
their summers away.

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About John Greiner


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John Greiner enjoys drifting around. He started out in working class Pittsburgh, spent a number of years in New York City and at the present he is in Paris. There were a number of stops along the way throughout the USA, Europe, the Far East and Africa. Sadly, he has never been to Mexico.
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