AJAX (Excerpt)
Even at the hour of lovemaking, at night, in bed, you
suddenly remember the cloths-pegs left in the yard that
will rot in the dampness. Foolish women you send us
away from your bed, the house, the world, away from
your practical, wise mind, used to cook recipes, bake
sweets, mix medical potions, away from life with
the little, holy, daily events, with the certain objects
that relax all the unreachable great.
No one has ever asked me where my eyes are fixated,
where my mind goes, to which horrors, injustices
I’ve seen, which hatred I’ve faced (being fearless)
or whether I have a toothache or headache, as if
I don’t have head nor teeth, but a stone or plain wind
for a head. Why are you looking at me like that? Close
the doors, shut the windows, seal the gate and that black
fly, here it is, it sharpens its nails on the horn of the bull.
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Manolis Aligizakis 