Dino's favorite poem, composed by one of "yesterday's" and today's foremost contemporary poets, Kent Forman. Kent related to me that it was composed "with Dino in mind as "a true troubadour" during their Village days". Dino thought very highly of Kent and regarded Kent as a "rare" trusted friend. Their village days were one of Dino's most cherished memories. The last line of the poem, Dino's favorite line, is inscribed on his headstone.

Thank You Kent.

This is the way that Dino remembered and recited the poem.

If women don’t water gui..taars…they die…
of spanish syphilis most times…and no stars in that cold sky.
So they gathered the gargoyles by gibbets to garrot the troubadours core…
and they failed baby…and all the pinion poets wailed to rally the satyrs and sirens
that sat on the summit…the blast of the Unicorn’s horn…
torn my friend…making Flamenco forlorn now… on city street corners.
Why even in cloisters the boisterous priests…spun strong webs of deception
to capture his song for their dinners…Heh! They went hungry baby…
like sinners…often…do.
I mean…even the herdsmen who harried the stallions down alleys through crowds
where the geldings begun…missed the maverick…some…other…times…gun…
laughing like Saturday’s child…he is wild as the heir of the tiger’s pride…
deep as the eye in the pyramid’s chest…I mean his pastures are vaster than galaxies wide…
the hungry may feed there…the tormented could rest…
but only the outcasts may enter.
hese Jonas whose souls serenade such dark dangers…these strangers who come riding
each silver moonbeam…sliding every silver gleam…lock the door!
but remember…each and every refuge…is a cage…
But there…in the quiet…a growl…Heh! although juries deny it for now.
Here where the ringing brook sings…reaps the vagabond vineyards new yield …
baby…Love ..is...free…
and calm mountains need never collide…with the temperate sea…
for as sure as the others in shallows must shiver and lie…
these cats have to be livers…or die……
Magicians… not chemists…cats who perceive the lost love of the clan and the call of the dove…
shout Shazam…and be all…in…every direction…
and dig baby…
each Phoenix… must fall…before each… resurrection…

 

 

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