Share this postOur Lady of Nazarethtommychigurh.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherOur Lady of NazarethChapter 3Tommy ChigurhOct 26, 20231Share this postOur Lady of Nazarethtommychigurh.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherShareLife got away from meLike waterTrickling down a hillI sought aNear life experience I was restless then excitedI wished to break the winter’s siegeI dreamed of an illicit springParis flowers on the left bankSoirees and whiskey sodasThe wind blew right through meThe ravens lunchedAs I walked the streetsI was imbued with a queer creativityWords were drawn together like magnetsIn an odd alchemyStrange sentences appeared in the etherCongealing in my mindAt first I ignored themUntil I could notMy fingertips became stained with inkAs I sought to catalogueThe thoughts that seepedFrom themI wondered aboutThe mystery of God's activitiesAnd whyThe urge to create had arisen in meIt would swell like the wavesRushing at the beachI had thought myself a man of physicalityAnd considered men of words romantics But now I was stuck in a fever dreamOf semanticsUnable to leave a single synonymUnturnedI wondered of the benefit of this toilWho could I possibly share withWhat was being uncoveredWhen the words recededI'd be left with an incandescent anxietyIt was here I picked up the man's story To distract my troubled mind:It was a balmy night When they came to get usThe cells were a sinister quietThere were five of usEach was given a sailcloth uniformIt was in these pockets We concealed the knivesFashioned from tin and wireThe bomb had been placedBeneath the table of honourWaiting patiently to unleash its horrorThere was great merriment Amongst the governor and his menSome sailors from the supply shipAlso joined themA prisoner played the violin asThe Black brides sipped at their rumI could not bear to meet eyes with themFor I had not seen a woman in yearsWhen I smelt their perfumeI stewed in my own lustThere was a fear in meI knew I could not performOur Lady would never allowHer words to be an instrumentOf the devilThe prisoners filled the men's Cups with port It was time to give a toastTo our lady's supportThe others left the roomThen I was thrust onto a stageTo much noise and jeersI said gentleman please lend me Your earsAnd the room fell silentI beganThey call me Edourdo the killerBut I am more of a seerA guarded shouted outMore of a queerThe men erupted in laughterSurely there was no dafterThan this group of menA seer how?Well I've come to tell youThis very nightYou are all to be disembowelledWith that I gave a bowThere was a moment of angry silenceBefore a guard stood up with fistsIt was at this point the explosion rippedThrough the roomWith a ferocious boomI was lying on the groundWhen I came tooThe splinters prickled in meAnd silence rang in my earsAs the dust settled amongstThe screams and moansThe prisoners used their knivesOn the guardsI couldn't see the GovernorJust pieces of himA sailor tried to fightAnd they put many holes in himI stepped in his bloodAnd I made my exit from the clubWe took the keys from the wardens waistAs we moved through the warm nightThe stones stung at my feetI could taste the ironOf blood in my mouthWe reached the cellsAnd the men began to yellI beg you give us our freedomBut their pleas fell on unsympathetic earsI came to FernandoHe was sitting quietlyHis eyes lit the dark cellIt was as if I was releasingThe devil from hellWhen he embraced me It felt like a thorny bushEduardo the killerThere seems no limit to your daringLet us now sail to SpainWhere I have many friends who can harbor usLet's be done with this placeWe went to the storesAnd procured some uniformsThe cool water around my anklesStung where my shackles had rubbedWe rowed out to the ship By the time we were ready to sailIt was almost dawnAs the wind hit the sailsAnd the spray my cheekA single tear escapedI was finally free.Perverted by language ~Tommy Chigurh is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.SubscribeShareRefer a friendLeave a comment