Water Well
Water-well springs to the foreground, the matador’s blood decorates the goring horns of the bull and another opulent song dances on the white petals of the gardenia flower: save this moment before the irresistible Hades walks your way
—You need to dig the garden, but you watch TV all day long
I drink the traditional bitter coffee while you lie in the coffin like a definition of exactly the opposite you ought to be, yet when my time arrives to fit in the width and length of the same casket, you won’t be here to drink my bitter coffee
—You remember when you went hunting and the car engine froze on you?
The hoarfrost of April is still around when the heartless Hades pierces my heart, the first swallows dance in the air, and my mother covers the Easter eggs under the kitchen towel, hiding them from my eyes
—Get up and take the garbage to the sidewalk, you lazy bum
And I beg Hades to bring you back to me, my beloved, as his sardonic laughter becomes a macabre omen, and in the form of a song, he whispers
—Since I’ve left you alone, your other half, I need to take: to balance the universe
Manolis Aligizakis 