(Directed by Michelangelo Frammartino 2010)
I hear the distant clanging of bells

and there are shadows of goats on my wall.

I wondered how they would come to me

but imagined them in the hills nuzzling me

as I laid back in the grass and closed my eyes.
My heart beats slowly and I feel

the sweet milk breath of a kid on my cheek.

The dog barks on the steps.
They will lay me in the crypt

cold stone on all sides.
My tree will be cut down

for the festival – a night of dancing.

Then men will come to saw

it into logs for charcoal.

My final thought

a wisp of smoke above old tiles.