Day 1 in Bogotá

Day 1 in Bogotá

The Kneehigh team are in sunny South America with Dead Dog in a Suitcase (and other love songs). Anna shares with us a poem inspired by their first glimpses.

Day 1, Bogota.

Concertinas Gatos. (Herding cats)

Palm Sunday and The Street of Sleepers.

Pavement mango.
Flesh licked clean from the gutter
To quench the thirst of a street slumberer. 

On the Calles,
Business is everywhere.

Belt menders,
Time fixers,
Rag and bone
And broken glass dancers.

Sellers of one armed jumpers
And single shoes.
Of old socks
And lollipops.
The salvaged
And ravaged,
The ancient dancers,
In who's moves
Feature the graceful
Choreography of
"Put a peso in our pot."

Pavement artists
Chalk the Lord on the cross,
Stigmata on the street,
Palms at his feet. 

Anything to earn a crust.
The mountains look on,
The city holds the memory of
Last nights revolution,
And a young soldier
Guards the underpass,
Gun jaunty,
Standing out like a red rose in the desert
In his jungle khaki.

Across the road,
The best coffee is brewed.
A contraption of silver and brass on wheels,
Pipes gurgle out it's black nectar
For the sleepless, restless, curious
Of this city.

Dead Dog in a Suitcase (and other love songs)

Dead Dog in a Suitcase (and other love songs)

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