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

Downtown Rome?

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



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