Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin poetry Awards
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We expected Phillip to die soon; I then understood
that all the eons wouldn’t be enough; while we sat
silently a voice was heard from the top of the stairway
“Phillip” it said, and again, “Phillip” without waiting
for an answer; I tried to discern who it was, but no one
was there, when I thought that that voice perhaps was
there all along, I mean it was all we had in the world,
“Phillip” it repeated as if to retain our name for a little
longer amid the eternal catastrophe.
Manolis Aligizakis 