Poetry
German Mark
In clumps, they make a stand at Bonn station –
Eastern Goths of the modern day:
Bodies pierced,
Hair recut in the style of the barbarian,
Drab dark dress,
Colourless lives.
Separated from the affluent world that surrounds them
By an alcohol induced fog and a haze of tobacco and drugs,
The Goths, in solidarity, stamp against the cold and fading light.
Their graffitied environment,
Outmoded marks,
Record the impulse to imprint
That they were …
An unaddressed wound in a wary West.
©Christine M Knight
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