To What Destiny of Mine

Poem

To what destiny of mine I ask , O
conscript fathers, so that I may have this
query rejoined. I tour the western rim
of the fluvius Tiberis as night pursues
the fleeing day with inky darkness. The oily
waters reflect a phosphorescent light;
a luminescence from the crests of ancient
sentinels. And I wonder at the army
of corpses who float prone in bloated
multitudes. Then, from the rancid flotsam,
the septic sewer, emerge creeping weeds,
avaricious fingers. They summon me
forward, receive me into their frigid
embrace. And I am gone to lay with my
old friend Cicero until the end of
fugitive time.

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Sergio Remon Alvarez

Born in Madrid Sergio moved to New York City at a young age. He studied playwriting under Karl Friedman and theater at Purchase College. After college, Sergio moved to Alta, Utah where he was a dish washer, waiter, handyman, ski repairman, firefighter and free-skier. Upon his return to New York City, Sergio has alternately been a bookseller, boxer, painter, translator, graphic artist, jazz musician, and writer. He studied creative writing at Gotham Writer's Workshop, the Unterberg Center for Poetry, the St Marks Poetry Project, and New York University. He currently splits his time living in New York and Madrid. He runs with the bulls in Pamplona.