Teaching
And Themis was put in a dark dungeon
while I faced my kin’s delirious eyes
yet, though I had much to say,
I kept silent, momentarily, to give
time to their simple-mindedness
bubbling along with the creek’s murmur
innocent smile of child upon which
I entrusted my hope to rediscover justice
with spring flowers rejuvenating
the veins of impeccable Eros
my distraught friends remained imprisoned
and I, dressed in rags, walked over the lands,
and being soft-spoken and with new symbols
with new follies and new anecdotes,
I tried to revert the beliefs of
new Judases born with sharpened teeth
ready to devour each other
nothing to leave for the winds
the rightful inheritors of my teachings
Manolis 