47th Chorus

Where is Italy?
How can I find it in my mind
If my mind is endless.
    Skulls on the slavemarket,
         blacksmiths, doctors –
I end up bleakly giggling
         in gleak romany rooms
Sliced by Sardinian fiends
And shot fulla morphine
    By sadistic doctors
    That didnt dream of Japan
    With me the night I dreamed
    Of the Japanese Boy
    With black wool cap
    Sitting on a wall
    On Kamikaze Boulevard
    Near the Sea’s Hurricane,
          In low gloomy dark
          Dusk of War 1943 –
          What happened in Italy?


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