There were black tire rimmed hooves
with a metallic white haired
steaming screaming snout
ringed and down the Las Ramblas
left to right right to left
ramming the people of Las Ramblas
one fine white line
down the pine needled middle
of Barcelona
of our heart.
La Boqueria had bruised fruit
minced meat
filleted fish
twisted limbs
offal and eyeballs
bloodied mud
of us
of our heart.
a fine white hair away
Bar Marsella has its drink ghosts
Hemingway and Dali
a dreamed thinned moustache
one perfect pencilled sentence
of them
of our heart.
offal and eyeballs
horror horned white haired
Goya gorged
in the packed thigh of Las Ramblas
we sang a hymn
of us
of our heart.
Read More:
Names of Barcelona attack victims continue to emerge [CNN]
Mark Tarren is a poet and writer who has recently escaped the big city and now resides in rural North Queensland, Australia. He loves to read, write love sonnets and drink red wine.
Image, “The Cid Campeador Attacking a Bull with His Lance”, by Francisco de Goya.
