The Great Fornication Statue of Bellimatosso

Made out of melted down machine gun,
frying pans, laundry irons. Just after WWII.
Him, of the great fornication statue in Bellimatosso!
American soldier, nicknamed Il Gallo, promising
 
marriage same as saying, "Hello." Smiled sad.
He meant it every time. He just had a lot of love.
So, 3 young women in the village returned home
crying. Hate all Americans. Refused to say why.
 
Then, Nazis crept back into town to take it back.
An advanced squad surprised Il Gallo in the bed
of the Duke's daughter.  They ordered Il Gallo
to get out of bed, but Il Gallo didn't quit.
 
They warned, pointing guns, they'd shoot.
Il Gallo continued fucking, at gunpoint.
Pow. Pow. The gunshots alerted the town!
And so, the statue, Il Gallo, in the piazza,
 
15 feet tall in his private's Army uniform
tearing away from muscles, on top
of one of the girls—in voluptuous bronze—
who volunteered, after getting married
 
to a local boy, to pose for it, answering
the scandal with, "He died because he came
here to help us! He could have stayed home,
got shot by angry fathers! But he came here
 
instead, to be shot by jealous Nazis. Real art
is true!" So now tourists arrive, busloads,
for photos with the statue, and the impotent
leave prayer notes between its toes and fingers.
 
The Americans fought through. None came back.
Bellimatosso abides. Still, some nights it's said
you can hear an Ohio boy madly humming
"Sing Sing Sing" outside the hottest cafe in town,
 
just as it closes, and the girls stagger out.
No one's there.  And it makes the old happy

to hear this tale. Nazis dead. Il Gallo lives.
As they tell their grandaughters to stay in. In!