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Grandpa Gladiator
Grandpa, shall I join the navy and be just like you?
The memories, the legacy, the values of the family, of you.
Grandpa, I am a gladiator now, just like you.
Are you proud of me?
Grandpa, dying young was part of the story?
I don’t want to die.
And you?
Can you listen now?
Now that you’re gone?
Now that we’re talking…
Finally, grandpa, finally gladiators.
Strong, firm, bitter cynics.
An inch, not an inch.
We’re steady, we’re here.
The war is crushed in scarred fists.
We can rest, we can try to rest.
Now that the well is full of water, the olive trees give fruits and
we
are
dead
gladiators.
Tell me grandpa
Why you never said anything?
Tell me something
New baby born
Still swimming in comfy wombs
The world is afresh, anew, awaiting greatness
Like you thaught my father
To ride, to rade, to fight, to die for
We lost the end of the rope
Because you never said a thing
About the lonely mornings
You were…
