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  • Writer's pictureRony Alfandary

The Return to the City

Updated: Nov 5, 2020

The City loves me, she loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not

London loves me. 2012.

But it has not always been like this…

There was a time where I

One of the many I's

Stood at the gate of the City

And begged for permission to return

The city square thronging with silent Greeks

Watching my grandmothers being

Loaded onto trucks and onwards towards their deaths.

Sofia 1942. At midnight.

A secret delegation of evil-seekers

Sought to erase me out

30 years before I was conceived.

London, 1962.

St Mary's. Stoke Newington.

Here I come!

Walking this morning from King's Cross

Down through the rich streets

The sun urges me and the river beckons

Another city is shying away in my memory

Tel Aviv, now and forever

I shall never leave again

But I will always betray you

When your back is turned

Forget me please if you can

So that I return nowhere

Walk the streets

With no Antonio in mind

At the most it would be Damien Hirst

Modern Love is just a cover

The ring of your name last night

Along the dark Tavistock Place

You said neither No nor Yes

And I had to decide for myself

In the morning it was clear

London loves me. 2012

Let me empty the City

Of its hold of me

Let me release the bonds

Of the promise of your soft lips

Let me return and resume

My light gait

As I am carried along

Through the thick waves of the music surrounding me

There is no City

Only cities here and there

No girl at no port

London loves me. 2012.

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