Disposition
And I tried to name the nameless
describe it to the beasts with images
of my kin and they laughed at my expense
so cheap was the guilt those days
that I bought a lot with my tears
and I devoted my energy to reach
the unreachable, dreamer that I was
trying to unclasp my innocence
from the talons of the void
the sweet voice of the poet yelled
from deep within my essence what
you save during the length of a lightning bolt
diaphanous it will remain forever
I stood speechless before the wise statue
and pondered on the meaning of little
whitewashed houses by the bay
and the metal cross of the little chapel
that crucified my inheritance
black stigmata and my disposition
Manolis Aligizakis 