FINAL VICTORY
He brought his hand on his face hastily
just as his fingers touched the spit
he stopped; he didn’t want to wipe it.
He pushed it into his face, to go deep and eat
the flesh, reaching his teeth, bones, tongue.
He breathed in a new way through
the hole he opened
and raising his body a bit he continued
his walk.
Manolis Aligizakis 