by Demogargon Saatbarmald. Copyright 2007.
First seen in the book The Sex Goddess and other Poems
Romans saw him again
Escaping from the crowded Galleria Spada
Wearing a pure white toga
With sparkling green laurels
Crowned on his head
While the berries and grapes he held
Began to rot and became useless.
As he escaped the Galleria
Vicolo del Polverone turned black.
He began to seduce men and women
Whom he met on his way.
The streets became muddy
While his feet stepped slowly
Turning every weird and innocent people
To deluge in muddy dungeon.
The Malato waited his moment
Until his journey came to an end
Skies turned dark and foggy
While walking through the curved streets;
Then he joined to the other demons
Who are feasting outside the streets.
As the men and women saw him,
Their eyes turned disgusted.
What a Bacchino Malato do in
They guessed that Caravaggio has a problem
At the time the Malato was born.
Because of his weird appearance
The beauty of the city faded.
The Bacchino Malato exaggeratedly
Sways his deep inner soul
While walking alone towards
His undetermined destination;
Ignoring his perfectionist critics
Letting them to be exhausted.
The Malato wanted to change his old looks
And transformed it into more elegant ones
He finally decided to shop for a while
With the other nude demons on his way.
He went first to Dolce and Gabbana
But he had not tasted any of the garments
Too extravagant but not on his taste.
The next stop is Laura Biagotti.
Again, he hated the garmnents
Too luxurious but not on his taste
The Malato shook his head.
The third stop is the Prada
There, he saw many chicest and
Coolest clothes for all sexes
Like they were worn by the Gods and Goddesses
Yet he only shook his head.
All he wanted is to glisten his beauty
Above and very different from others.
Final stop is the Versace.
Instead of going to Via Borgognona,
He went to Via Bocca di Leone.
There, he saw many elegant and
Subversive styles of clothing
That matches his tastes and preferences.
The Malato chose the red, sparkling dress
That is matched to all sexes.
People closed their eyes because of pain
As the Malato wore the Versace dress.
Sparkling renascence of the attire
Does not matched on their eyes.
The Bacchino Malato decided to go home
While wearing the official dress of the Inferno
The surroundings were engulfed with fire.
While walking towards his crowded home,
People were deluged in pain.
The grapes, berries and the
Green laurels on his head
Melted and turned into blood.
Finally, the Galleria Spada
Came to his senses.
At last, he was at home and
He returned to his figure;
Sitting affectionately beside a
Wooden table with rotten berries and
He posed like a desperate virgin.
Now, he is wearing a Versace trademark
Yet his entire body and soul didn’t change.
(Also seen in E-manila Poetry Website www.emanilapoetry.com)
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