Dog Hunt
Horse drawn start from the ancient family dwelling
to the gate of fire and water
chosen arrival at the hanged col
in the deserted endlessness of the sky
as if the spoke-wheeled sleigh
of a faraway certainty
trees band and signal and respect
or bend to the violent passing of the fruitful wind.
Were they the Fates?
Were they the Myrrh-bearing Women?
Manolis Aligizakis 