Vulture 1748
(painter’s explanation)
The right or wrong longing drove
the twilight
of the young peltast
to the unstopped nocturnal mountains
into the wild crevasses of Orthodoxy
into the thick glens and cypresses of panic
to the moral promotion
of the tough Fate along
colonnades of morning matins and torpor?
Who could be the leader
of rebellion
fame
love
rhetor?
They have been true to who’s bidding
but the petty officers?
Father killers and good pedophiles
with only
the secondary necrophilia
as justification
for the endless, and extremely vile, attacks
against the glory seekers?
Wonder whether, hearing the, oh, children,
of the pain seeker painters
the metaphysical city
is hidden inside the presented paintings
and while the warring hammers
fall onto heads
and the ravines buzz
from the ruin of battle
and the hymns
of fighting saints
the voice is heard:
“Marko Kralle, what do you want?
Here is no play and laughter.
Here are the Balkans”
Manolis Aligizakis 