Cenotaph
Finally they called the joy a sin
and my agreement with you a transgress
what did they leave for us
other than mediocrity and
leaden clouds? What did they
leave other than their laws
written on desolate cenotaphs?
Finally they named our joy a sin
and our understanding another trespass
but they failed to see through
the veil to immense brightness
of our strength They couldn’t cut
beyond the rind they couldn’t taste
the sweetness of our love
Manolis 