Poem by Gesthemani Sideridis
ROUTINE
And the routine that wage war evaporates
naturally and without special choices
with coffee and cigarettes
the smoke comes from the East
like clacking
all the rest are from here, local
the television promotes our habits
what is blood, you may ask me
red fluid that makes a mess
therefore I see the messy landscape daily
as I have coffee and cigarettes
the lies smell through the windows here
and treason’s everywhere
it’s the same, you may say
here simply
the blood is messing noiselessly
Manolis Aligizakis 