Oh...light fingered thief
in the Stazioni Garibaldi

I looked
into your eyes

just in time
to...realise

you had filched
the contents

of the right hand pocket
of my black trenchcoat.

And then - you
had gone!

A ghost in the crowd
a face among faces

(in a sea of faces)

Alas! You
had taken

such treasure
my pocket full of poems!

Hé Caro ladro!
(Hey! Dear thief!)

Serviti pure!
(Help yourself!)

Non ho potuto fare a meno di ridere!
(I couldn't help laughing!)

Cazzo in culo!
(I'm not prepared to translate that!)

Dónall Dempsey

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