Bowing Out
At every step, someone falls asleep,
but like a gunfire
I hear my heart beating
and I can’t even cover it up,
nor wake it.
Can’t be all
martyrs happy,
only those who already have
had something read from me.
Yes, I am a heretic
and I am right
in a religious controversy bleeding
my fist and my eyelids
but I’m wearing a mask,
the same like
the face that’s underneath.
Manolis Aligizakis 