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The Inexorable March Of Western
Cultural Hegemony or Paradise Lost

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The unorthodox priest in the wraparound shades
And the black gothic garb of his creed
Sits and flicks his worries away
Bead by bead by bead
To the syncopated beat of the backgammon board
At white-washed “Taverna Niko”
Where the traveller drinks in the afternoon sun
In a woozy ouzo glow
As the inky blue turquoise Aegean
Caresses the pink of the sand
While the sweet smell of thyme drifts by on a breeze
Blessed balm for the heat of the land
Whose orchards hang heavy with lemons and figs
And poppies dance under the trees
Where the olive groves groan with the honey-drip drone
Of a thousand drowsy bees
And I think that I may have found paradise
Bewitched by Persephone’s kiss
A gift from Greek gods, heaven on earth
A moment of rapturous bliss
When a cry ricochets round the harbour
From the stereo on Stelios’ boat
It’s a sound that could shatter the crockery
Like the bleat of a hideous goat
“You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
You’re beautiful it’s true
I saw your face in a crowded place
And I don’t know what to do
‘Cos I’ll never be with you”
And I realise God is a bastard
His divine holy love is a front
For no God of compassion or mercy
Would have given us James Fucking Blunt

by elvis mcgonagall, 2006

 

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