Kit Kelen #667 - Alcazar de Cordoba

667

Alcazar de Córdoba

the horse shit streets led here

in the gardens of a Sunday

come into walls for shade

slave made

blue of this vault re-fashioned each day

where kings make marble eyes at me

flowers are such care –

jasmine waft

and pines bent dreaming

I chase shade but the sun still has me

I'm all under a hat in among roses

and wilting as well

I am a slow trickle of tourist

by way of maidenhair in grottoes

come to Columbus begging

this new world sword glint, blood and gold

wasn't that great to get?

he doesn't know where he will go

but he spends his vision here

and everyone's Columbus now

all know as he surmised

though perhaps today the patience is lacking

some have thrown themselves into the picture

don't you know a king commanded this?

cats are a habit of place

all battlements above and arrow cross

where light's let

that whining sound

is Columbus begging

king and queen keep saying 'nup

India's the other way... any fool knows that'

come fish be quick

in your nowhere to swim

come pigeons dare to land

all we standing love a garden

chased out with a whistle by guards

it's the sound of water running

is best to heal the heart