VI
Almighty blonde Acheron
like an archaic tautology,
the gateway to the Underworld,
with all its strength and length,
commands all other rivers
to stop painting their life
on earth and below.
Dry riverbeds bemoan
as water hardly trickles
like a slow drip ceasing slowly
as the dreams halt midway.
Silence substitutes the
memory of sunlit dusks
arduous solitude reigns over
the orphan dream of the seed
which never sprouts.
Stillness, anger, inertia
and the commencing Death.
Only Death smiles and
enters with grandiose fanfare.
Manolis Aligizakis 