Dr. Della Mora
died today.
Yesterday,
Life blessed this man
Who worked with stone
Ground down to powder
When he lived.
So no need to bless his soul
in church.
It is not important
That in cold St. FABIAN'S
His dead hands be viewed
inside a casket.
This Venetian's glory
lies spread
yard by yard
over all the town.
Flat memorials, monuments
To hard heavy lifting
and spreading mud
with living hands
cake and cracked
and powdered gray.
Hands which looked the same
(though scrubbed)
At Sunday mass
Protruding from a blue serge sleeve
As when Luigi troweled
the wet and smooth.
His worth was then
(not now)
Blood pulsed through
Temple veins
Raising thick blue ropes
On straining legs
and arms
to dump the load
of mush and stone
And stamped his brand
(a mark of pride)
"L. Della M."
before he died.
Author: D. M. Corgiat
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