Promise
And we promised never to deny Him, not even
for a night or day, not for a single moment, even
when He spoke to the fallen tree or to those ancient
ghosts that often passed through our minds.
Endless famine of our race, queen of our bellies,
slowly crawled on wet cobblestones like our childish
innocence, and we asked Him to continue His teaching
and He liked us because we chose to be scattered
into innumerable pieces that the wind may blow us
to the opposite shore. He liked us, because
we disdained everything, even the secret, for our
sacrifice. Übermensch smiled and said,
‘it was all good.’
Manolis Aligizakis 