BARBARIC POEM
You are a wound outside of me
an insult, a scream, blindness,
I do not want you,
something sick wants you,
something foggy, everything that I am
wants you.
The night’s chest breaks and you show up
in the bleak dust of the words of a prayer,
and in the burnt shade of large trees.
Take a sip of me,
soak me up while running!
take a quick sip of me!
Manolis Aligizakis 