To the End
You say these words to other people, hide them,
they will unhang your picture
from the wall of the night school
(The one the sun shone on some spring mornings
the glass was shining, you noticed it once,
it didn’t resemble you, but you liked it)
therefore, hide them, I tell you, they will unhang it
and not even the lone nail won’t be left on the wall
freeing the space of emptiness
they will hang a different picture, someone else’s,
more subservient, more innocent, more conniving,
perhaps the picture of a man, I mean,
surely, the picture of a man more than a man.
Manolis Aligizakis 