Wednesday, 28 March 2018 11:14

Hoodied Bridget

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Hoodied Bridget

Hoodied Bridget
after Bertolt Brecht & Kurt Weill

by Kevin Higgins

A spectre is haunting Europe — the spectre of communism. - Karl Marx

You’ve seen me doing my hours emptying
the ashtrays of third hand taxis cabs
and scrubbing hard with bleach their tainted back seats
before they’re offered up again
to the god of whatever the market fetches
in a town the government has privately agreed
is to be discontinued, and wondered
what’s with her smirk?

You’ve seen me doing my hours
in the two Euro shop and considered
offering me twenty quid
for a quick ride around the back
of the disused funeral parlour
next door. For you’ve no idea
what I am.

If you’d any sense
you’d wake screaming
every night in fear of me.
By the time you do
I’ll be standing over you
and you’ll still be wondering
what’s with her smirk?

For there’s a crowd coming behind me
carrying a flag you won’t believe
you’re seeing again
until you do.

You’ll go red in the face like an old fool
about to choke to death during sex, and tell me
I’ll have fries with that.
For you’ve no clue who I am.
You’ll fumble for your wallet
and toss me a fifty Euro tip, and wonder,
one last time, what’s with her
insufferable smirk?

For by then the ship
you thought would never come in
will have quietly docked
flying a flag you’ll remember
from the history books.
Its contraband cargo
that will give us the metal to own
everything you think rightfully yours
being silently unloaded by others like me
made what they are
by years looking at the likes of you
poured into your waistcoat, believing in
the divine right of your money.

My pals will be here presently – knock knock –
with their methods of persuasion and
the flag they rescued from the dustbin
in which you tried to bury it.

First question they’ll pop
when they see you tied up here
will be toss him in the skip right now,
or lock him in the attic for later?

Knock knock knock

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Kevin Higgins

Kevin Higgins is a Galway-based poet, essayist and reviewer, and satirist-in-residence at the alternative literature site The Bogman's Cannon,