Emotions
Emotions are the wire that reaches
the heart of the void.
So much blood, so many wounds
so many dead.
Each approaching winter is the last
an iceberg rolls down the ocean and meets us
a dark sun calls its name while it shines.
So much bloodshed, so many emotions
pulp
all aimlessly kneed in the indecipherable whole.
Armies pass along the heavenly spaces
salvos echo in the narrow air.
Emotions are the wire
that reaches from our hearts to the sky
brings the ice and fires our sun
emotions are the telegraph we use to speak to the dead.
Manolis Aligizakis 