SYLLABLES
And what has remained of your passing
time slowly smooths
like a pebble in the river.
I’m only certain of your name now.
And I always repeat it in front of the sea
that perhaps one night,
when the barbwire and stones choke us,
I might use it as a word of salvation
and suddenly I discover
that even that has vanished.
Manolis Aligizakis 