I portuali, unpublished poem by Guido Oldani

dragons, that you are the traveling salesman
of pfizer to whom we will give this Italy,
the port of trieste is our best.
I don’t think cops are fire hydrants
nor just money at the end of the month
and the electrocardiogram trace
indicates the finance in your heart,
therefore the goods you will save from the sea but less those who are in a rubber dinghy, on which they die.

Guido Oldani – unpublished