Misery in Marrakesh

By the unfolding head

Sat, 18 Jun 2011
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Another contort of the bowel
twisting insides
churning spices
flesh tagine
cooking up a sewer rat special

We pray for solid stools,
no more flies chewing on our bread,
no more cockroaches crawling in our bed,
no more Marrakesh misery
pulsating endlessly
through my tired, tired head

Two days after I’d left
everyone
the whole cafe
explosion obliterating
a perspective shockwave
the chair I had rested in
and much much more
gone

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by andrea on
Head, I rarely comment here, but this was familiar to me. I lived in Marrakesh for a while, many years ago, when it was still fun. Sadly, yes, the dysentery was a part of it, but so was the colour, the vibrancy, the life. I was completely shocked when it was bombed. I, too, had sat in that cafe many times, smoking, and drinking mint tea. Sad times we live in. http://www.ukauthors.com http://www.ukapress.com

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Submitted by the unfolding head on
Hi Andrea Yes very sad. It was shocking to be so close to an incident like this. On the whole I loved Morocco and even though Marrakesh had its flaws (most of them due to its modern day 'capital city' hustle, bustle, tourist overload etc) I still found it a fascinating and beautiful place to experience. It must have been a very interesting place to haved lived. I can imagine it could have been a lot more charming back then compared to how it appears these days.

ddf