Party
My friends invited me to a party
I won’t turn them down. I’ll go to forget.
I’ll wear my red dress
and I’ll envy my beauty
the corpse I carry inside me
I’ll affectionately take along.
I’ll be joyous and secretive,
I, the messenger of Hades
my moribund friends won’t
get drunk though they’ll drink a lot
I’ll stand next to them, a beautiful
curse, they won’t suspect me
then they’ll ask me to sing a song
perhaps hoping for an ochre joy
though my song will be so real
that suddenly they’ll turn silent.
Manolis Aligizakis 