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)