Rio De Janeiro Poem by Stuart Ferguson

Rio de Janeiro
City of beaches, beaches are cities
I glide taxi – like past people
Hungry to be fit
Gasping in the hot – heat
To be fit – hot on the beach

Bodies, flesh – pots
Pots of flesh
Pot and flesh
To eat, to watch
It smokes itself on the broken – cobbled, pavement – sleeping, head wrapped scarves of the
Crumbled lives
Cracked stone
Heads cracked
Crack! Crack! Pop – guns – pop!

Skull and cross – bones grumbles past elegance
Beauty, architectured - park heaven, French exotic planted palms.
Skull and bones rumbles, gun – lipped,
Tight - shaded – eyed young military men
They will crack bones tonight in the
Mad, black fiesta night – feast of
All things human