The Dark Side of Brigadoon

 

 

 

dark side

 

I am here without remembrance,
Without footprints for my feet;
Dragged with no consideration – or consent.
Scavenged just for the amusement-
Of the beast;
I should be on the pampas plains,
Heading north towards Tres Kandú
Instead of captured in this city
Without a god.
Falling over drunken poets
Approached by foreign whores,
Out-stepping dogs excrement in the street.
Fire engines, police cars sirens,
Burning and crucifying the dead;
Protesters hung for show on the Eiffel Tower,
Froze up inside the Pyramid,
Looking out with glassy eyes
As tourists pass and gawk at me –
hour after hour.

© Fingleton (Mai 2016) (Löst Viking)
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4 thoughts on “The Dark Side of Brigadoon

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Encountering this poetic cavalcade the casual reader may find themselves enveloped in a disorienting sugar rush of tropes and allusions; leaving perhaps only one question to be asked, to whom does the line ” I am here without remembrance ” allude?

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