Issue 3: Robert Rehder
The old town of Porto Maurizio
The old town of Porto Maurizio is stacked
On its hill—
Building upon building, inconclusively,
Dome, roof, stairs, carruggio, loggia,
Darwin doesn’t use the word, evolution
The Genoese demolished the fortifications
And three barrel-vaults and the black stone
New anger remembers the old—and love,
And the new disappeared long ago.
The iron hinges
Are still embedded in the weathered stone.