
The Precursor
~by Giulio Aristide Sartoria

The Seamstress
in a state of distress
Her beautiful dress
delivered all disheveled
to the wrong person
at the wrong address

“I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked, dragging themselves
through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix.”
~ Allen Ginsberg
THE PERSISTENCE
The gleaning
seeking fallen fruit
after the harvesting
Neither sowing small
nor reaping big
The art of just surviving
Street wise shaded eyes
failing to disguise
a festering fever
of hidden trauma
Is this life but a test?
A trial by unholy fire?

I must admit
that I was rather upset
and even a little bit jealous
when Buffy the Vampire Slayer
walked down the aisle with Angelus

I beg your pardon!
That’s a conversation
that never happened
Like Dylan
at the crossroads
selling his soul to the devil
for a musical bargain

JUST ONE DROP
Just one drop
that falls not
That never fails
in erasing all fault
A death
that brings life
One for all
with the serenity
of true certainty
in a friendly voice
Do you hear the call?
Always a choice
to steer your vessel
on a heavenly course
Words of wisdom
the truth to tell
of a Kingdom to come
on a restored Earth
as it is in heaven
One drop of love
that doesn’t fall
and never fails
there for all
Just one drop
of grace divine
suspended within
the fullness of time
No silent witness
to a world of crime
and dysfunction
with the solution
already given
In what direction
would you be heading?
A door is wide open
as the Word
has been spoken
throughout the expanse
of infinite space
One drop of hope
for this human race
more than enough
power to change course
to break the curse
to replace
all hatreds ancient
with a loving embrace
Just one drop 🩸
of love in abundance
enough for all
who take the chance
to answer the call
Words & Artwork:
~ David B. Redpath © 2018-2025