Nightly Chronicle
Large dark rooms darkness multiplied
in the cheerless mirrors Endless hallways
above the world and rows of closed doors
and at the far end a statue in a raincoat Suddenly
sound of excavators red lights flashing down the street
the traffic controller was running the wood worker threw his
mask away
I had nothing to be afraid of – not even myself
I put on my child’s shoes and I limp along the wall
Manolis Aligizakis 