Bohemian Pilgrimage Poem by Damien Kaniewski

I bid fond adieu to my sealed box of ubiquitous fear,
melting through burnished walls of epiphany,
prescient concerns, mirror ageing pyrite brick roads
charting the course to my hallowed Bohemia.

Past bearded flotsam,
derelict, in cardboard tenements,
pinned with the sanguine ribbons
marking their obedient service,

Through subterranean ghettoes
walled with the Swastika spat in ignorance,
from the tormented aerosol wands
of the eternally feral unreached,

Drinking falling tears, from plastic clad towers,
where innocence burned in voyeuristic Hell,
and erudite sophistry knowingly castigates
brothers who sought to douse the flames,

Under decaying bridges, spanning social schisms,
feathered with pompous, pigeon chested bigots,
fragmenting deliberately, into contrived digitised streams,
fervently policed by misinformed, mainstream militia,

Resplendent Minarets nestling amongst Victorian decay,
indigenous ego states, in accelerating transition,
re-booted November cenotaphs, needling the mute,
in my abandonment of this desolate bedrock,

Green and grey horizons re-emerging,
where recollection defers to new hope,
this parish of congruent brethren,
where all, is all one … to inspire.