Deserted
My fighter plane did indeed crash
But I got out from the rubble and from the ash.
By piercing through the debris,
Only then did I see.
Lime green leaves with yellow tower,
I saw hundreds of them within the hour.
When night did fall on this unexplored isle,
I decided to lay down for quite a while…
I awoke to the blazing sun,
So I broke into a run.
Arriving at a cave,
No skin left to save.
The minutes ticked by,
Kept track on this heirloom watch of mine.
I waited until late afternoon,
All alone in this rocky room hardly fine.
With a sigh of fatigue and a groan of hunger,
I quietly remembered when I was several years younger…
And that’s how I sat inside the cave accompanied by my latest memory of home,
The family villa on the outskirts of Rome, before I flew to fight a war not even my own.
