Hyperbole
And I evoked the Great Spirit
when I saw the woman dressed
in the softness of her skin and
when I felt her children’s soles dancing around
my trunk I was a delicate
fairy in the arms of the wind
before the axe of white man took
my life to warm up his loneliness
man who sighed the sadness of absence
and I said
I was never a bearer of negation
only partner of the child’s laughter
innocent curiosity of the open window
I stood amid the giants when
my gigantic wings couldn’t fit
in my room’s enclosure I spread
upon the harmonious melody of the waves
the forest owl crying on my limb
Manolis Aligizakis 