Coronocopia
So we are to listen to our leaders
as though they were Wise Men,
follow Polyphemus' blinded eye
as though it were that star?
In Santa Maria del Popolo
I was allowed to enter, but not
to see. A priest blocked my way
to Caravaggio's crucified Peter
And Saul, now Paul,
fallen from his guiding horse.
In Rome, a dog might serve you well
if you wanted to find those terrified streets,
a dog at the heels of a horse on the threshold
like Dürer's horse before the abyss
It is good to remember
that beneath the true star,
ever moving,
we carry our own lights,
illumining.
© Gordon Walmsley