El Dorado
for as much as anyone would care to admit,
it all seemed rather molesting.
the skies held dominion over the peeled
despot of sunset.
women young and old shirked in peasantry
kissed two of their fingers.
they pointed at the cross of Christ
as their fingers dragged over their
body to make the symbol in respect.
already 5 minutes late,the carriage
arrived as a beacon of a full moon.
Maidens and spinsters threw their
bodies toward the ground and
caressed his ankles in a desperate
grab of adoration.
in consideration he pulled away without
dismay.
without fanfare or ovation the carriage swaggered its
horse pulled frame through fogs cascade.
beneath the seat held a bottle of Brandy
stolen from a brothel in Paris.
it was easy for ones eyes to fixate on a lazy
wooden panel.....
etched in distressed lettering the word
EL DORADO.
the name had a sinister charm and the evening
became and enchantress of daggers.
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