THIS took place, especially when God’s sickness kept me
down where the futile couldn’t pass and the dead carriage
driver, standing on the railings was still holding the horses
faraway in the endless, since there wasn’t ever any return
only plenty of ancient words, repeated in a different place
or suddenly kept silent,
since we were all strangers here, simple tenants and what
occurred will re-occur and our days are the repeated
signal of something we never understood.
Manolis Aligizakis 