Heavy snowfall
at a military base,
in a scorching Naples in August:
where the Austrias,
and after them the Borbons,
and much later Maradona,
and forever the Thomists
(through the five ways),
where all of them
(and all of you? maybe)
even we think,
that the Italians carry
deterioration with them,
although this time
(the U.S. Navy is power)
the fishermen were wearing
the stars and stripes,
hours before steering
the winged marionettes of Delphos.