indelible stain

under this grey suburban sky
 between the steepest crevices of your soul
 just as a stream of sour liquor on porous wood,
 arrogance devours your heart and your bone frame

 and so you feel weak and lost 
 as an indelible stain of humanity broken and betrayed
 ever for and again

 maybe such is hell that compassionately some say
 it is somewhere else to be found
and not here down on this earth lost
in the peripheries of the universe
Marco Bo