Poems posthumous rains | final version

Poems are posthumous rains of a curtain
over the stage of an empty theatre
where mute actors keep their umbrellas closed.
None of you is spectator -
here we play thunderstorms, sunrises, sleepless irides.
No director shall assign any role,
hazard, necessity shall be the scenarists of a blind roaming,
an applause the sole reward and punishment.
The boards of a stage will be your name -
poems sediment like dust
for a one-act play assisted by no prompter; title is missing

(translated by Anna Lamìna)