ELYSIAN FIELDS
Bodies extremely tired
bent, cut in half
souls deserted them, walk alone
on the grass slowly, open books laid
the bodies lied down, crunched
distorted and they appear
at the far end holding roses and with
the dream and passion they go
dust to dust the bodies become
yet far in the horizon, like suns
the souls go down dressed in sky
or like simple smiles on lips
Manolis Aligizakis 