1. RESPECT by YVETTE MARIE
Our Ignomenous Flash
Snatched
Pertinent Seconds From A Death Procession
Where Hundreds Fill The Streets.
We Hold Our Daughter Up In Silence.
Heads Turn.
There Is Honor
In The Streets Of Milan.
When We Wake
The Next Morning
They Stroke Her Face- Bella!
Touch Her Cheek- Bella!
2. People Swept Their Eyes At Us
As We Witnessed The Last Supper;
Studied The Proper Way
To Raise Children;
Laughed With Curiosities
Of Pigeans
And Cold Candlelit Strolls
Through The Cathedral-
Our Hearts
Full Of Da-Vinci
And The Smell
Of Bread.