Easter empty streets and peace reign.
The blond, blue eyed people has gone
upland skiing and soaking up the sun.
Getting a tan, the deeper the better, is
a must and Monday night streets will be
full of people showing off their
colour, most of it fake and off a bottle.
But you’ll not be admired if you are
naturally black, not that they are racists,
it’s just that it’s an odd kind of tan,
a stigma, a cross to bear for not being
Nordic. Easter empty streets, naturally
dark emigrants, those who work long hours
keeping the town clean and live
ten to a room are having a day off,
walk about enjoying the sun and I’m
conscious of my nude whiteness.