V
They gather like blown magnolia leaves:
primitive perseverance, they
come forth at the forest’s edge
with muffling words
where an imposing seer reaching
to the ceiling of the blue sky
a woman with a prostituting voice
sinfully stands up front.
Silence cuts through the hardest
flesh and fear pierce sight, the
seer chews three magic leaves,
shrub’s undulating curse suffuses,
as she utters strange words
a mesmerizing sentence: meaningless
words dressed in passion; words killing dreams
under the half-burnt oak; the omega
concept listening to almost half-truths
bewilderment and nascent faith appear
entering in all grandeur, like a phantasm.
Behold, the Troglodyte’s first church is morphed.
Behold, the religious bureaucracy appears.
Manolis Aligizakis 