Poem by Miltos Sachtouris
NIGHT OF THE FORGOTTEN
This man
with the hard words
in the night
without his voice
comes and calls you
you severed one of your arms
you, forgotten one
you cut off one of your breasts
you, forgotten one
he comes and calls you
you don’t have eyes anymore
you, forgotten one
he comes and calls you
you go,
forgotten one,
groping
into the black water wells
you don’t burn
your kiss
you don’t fall
in the well
you don’t control
your blood
when he leans
heavy over you
to take one of
his fingers
to make the nights
yours
to turn dawn
whole again
beautiful again
the dawn
Manolis Aligizakis 