Poetry Blog by Mike Smith (atrocity)
40/1 Clara Petacci in the Piazza Loreto
She was Benito Mussolini’s squeeze.
He’d jump official meetings for quick shags,
leaving state officials fingering their diplomatic bags.
He’d have her on the carpet, on a chair,
over a desk; almost anywhere,
then go out on some balcony, thumping the air.
Of course it had to end:
Armies defeated, tr...
Sunday 8th April 2012 8:33 pm
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