Repast
I fell in love with chair emptied
by the absence of a dead soldier
and the tender cyclamens kissed
the void where I hang hopes and treasures
while the immense number
of morons count their shallow virtues
in talons, staters and hidden gold
I fell in love with passionate lust
with the outline of the virgin’s endless
desire hovering in my dream
like a gracious albatross filling space
with new emptied, sanctified life
the nod of its meaninglessness and voila:
I am still alone in the silence
of a dark path halfway through the night
of people holding up vanity as if it were gold
Manolis Aligizakis 