La Filla Ville
In a drunken stupor
We cross the path
Where all sin is set free
To drink at last;
Where we laugh at our perverted thoughts
And all the good things that we are taught,
For we are but men of joy
Playing upon our favourite toy.
The body such an engine fair
Is driven by a lust to share,
By all who need to quench their urge
And receive their latest thrill,
Behind the doors of La Filla Ville.
The girls they sit about in two's,
Smoking. Drinking. Pulling hair.
Their lips of red and legs of black
Have brought us onto forbidden track.
Within the mind are wretched thoughts
Of a quest to an immoral cause;
Where pain sinks into darker depths,
Where girl knows man, and man knows all.
Where in a room of scorching red
A woman's love is since long dead,
In the bed a thousand ills
Have brought them to La Filla Ville.
We eat and drink the banquet rare
That costs a pretty dime.
And then we're full and need no more,
And time is precious time.
We leave. We walk into the dawn
Where bird and postman sing,
And laugh and joke about our games
With all the girls of sin;
And dance for joy toward our beds
Where lonely people lay their heads,
And tell ourselves in moments still,
I loathe you now La Filla Ville.
Operation Anthropoid
He who dressed in the Devil's garb
Was quickly brought to halt,
In Kobylisy the guns did point
And God had promised to anoint
Those that felled a leader strong,
Heydrich dead. Heydrich gone.
Two heroes, Czech, had made the goal,
And turned his cold heart into stone.
In turn they made a darkened crypt
Their home,
No where to run, no where to roam
From the barrel of a water gun,
Flushed out into the Nazi sun,
Heydrich dead. Heydrich gone.
They gave up the chase and eased the fight
As two bullets rang out in the dead of night,
Their body's flung on to pavement bare
For those to come and stand and stare,
As history will for tell,
A spirit driven is a spirit strong,
Heydrich dead. Heydrich gone.
Ekleksographia:
Wave Two
March, 2010
Poetry
N. J. Wigginton
N.J Wigginton was born in Rutland England in 1968. He has lived and worked as an English Teacher in Prague since 1996. He started writing poetry at age 14. His poems have been published in numerous anthologies and journals over the years, in England and Czech Republic. He also writes short stories and novels.