You were always in exile from yourself
In a city that slipped into amnesia
Whenever it wanted to–
You tore down barricades and waved black flags,
Your love concealed in outbursts until you found
Mislaid documents in the dusty archives
Of someone else’s darkened mind–
Ah,we both knew then that such moments
Do not pose to be garlanded and shot
By a breaking news television crew
And that worried witnesses at the office,
Praying to be absolved of this offence,
While we raced to catch the last flight that night,
Disappeared from sight even before
We could mouth a breathless hello.
An engrossing and intriguing work redolent with tropes from film noir.It veritably hums with a sense of imminent menace.
Thank you,dear Louis.The theme is elopement!
The line “While we raced to catch the last flight that night,” actually put me in mind of “Casablanca” as did “until you found Mislaid documents in the dusty archives” i.e. the Letters of Transit.
Indeed ! It strikes a bell! Thanks,Louis.
I found this piece to be very provocative. What people have to do to escape the tyranny of culture and/or the financial despair.
Thank you,dear Joan.
A beautiful artistic poem!
Thank you,dear Naheed.