Scalo a Grado

I had a layover in Grado
on Easter Sunday
people in the streets
were rushing to church.
The air thick with incense
along the walls, the stations of the cross
people pretending to be deep in thought
waiting for the redemption of their sins.
Agnus Dei, you who take away
the sins of the world, have mercy
grant them rest.
My style is old
like Titian's house in Pieve di Cadore
there's no water in my blood
but bile that can heal you.
We light up immensely
showing a bit of our tongues
to the priest handing out the host
feeling like we're in paradise, singing slightly off-key psalms.
Agnus Dei, you who take away
the sins of the world, have mercy
grant them rest.