10 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 070 Outside the walls

Outside the walls and across the river, it took hours to bring down the bricks down
we painted ours red and adorned with graffiti but still on the outskirts of town
then between the horns of the golden alter, stood the emperor, robed with the sun
a white horse, a red horse, a black horse, around the obelisk and down the stretch they come

The locust rose out from the smoke, awoke the dragon and his seed
not a crucifix but a silent witness, change their words, the emperor decreed
they said they were singing a new song but it was the same that I heard before
Babylonian vines, Egyptians wines and images you just can’t ignore