II
Oh, sky, you think is enough that we stare at you?
It seems you don’t know us.
Although you repeat to show us your best images
although you insert the muddy bellies of the clouds
although sometimes you look like flour
undressed of its last future
we still need to find you, authentic, amid
your deserted countenances,
we can still find you and teach you what you are
which you don’t know
or have forgotten.
Don’t clench your jaws, oh sky,
don’t get angry, don’t be afraid of us
we won’t harm you more than what you need.
We can even save you.
Stars that stepped over so many strong bodies
and so many corpses
are all welcomed in our hearts.
Their rays, which saw the crust of earth,
are also welcomed.
They had to know this.
We proceed; we shake off all the corners
of the sun that obstruct our path
we step on the neck of each constellation
that tries to stop us;
and these rotten stars
with their empty and frozen shells of bodies
there masks that simulate the light
need a thorough clean up.
Manolis 