Deluge
Tears of my family filled
creeks and rivers that flowed
against the ancient balance
and suddenly what was valuable
turned into a consumeristic parody
deluge that roared along
evaluations of the ancient wisdom
and the gardenia’s faint smile
the finch’s soft murmur, scent
of the night flower became
their annulled paradise
and the peace of their souls
sunken deep in the deep bog
and in the shadow of illusion
Manolis Aligizakis 