The City

︎︎︎ Brilant Pireva

︎ September 17, 2022

There's a secret city
The mountains over there.

Inside it lives a king
Who never stands
But sits
Forever on
The throne
Within this lair.

The men
That live on land
Are short in memory,
And though they
Don't know it,
They're all at his command,
He rules with perfect treachery.

Tubes of gold connect into his body,
Into each and every vein.

Cocaine, morphine,
Sugar, serotonin,
Blood, and dopamine.

Every single compound that
Can exist
Is mixed
And pumps forever through him.

The secret city
Beneath the mountains
Is really a machine.

It's made of only
Gold and diamond
And it runs on heat and steam.

All parts move in harmony,
There is no flaw or waste and
Everything is always clean.

To make and serve the potion,
This is the function of the machine.

The city pumps the perfect potion
Always through his veins.

He sees and feels and knows it all,
The potion never wanes.

He sees with ease inside of you
And knows your deepest pain.

There is no hiding from his look,
All subterfuge is done in vain.

He knows that your life's path is one
That's dictated by shame.

He lives forever
And never stands
But sits
And hides from us his name.

Brilant Pireva
is a multi-disciplinary artist from Prishtina, Kosovo. He works with poetry, video, music, and digital painting. His work explores mythology, religion, and failure.

Also by Brilant: Sovereign, Whistler