With Tender Wings
The devil flies with tender wings
he wears the fluffy coat of a bat
thickens the air around him
and walks on it.
“He will perform his little miracles again”
I think,
but he stops my hand
he lies on the papers again and pours out
all his black self
He empties all his ink
creating many stigmata.
When I investigate it
I find a dark hole
and sobbing Paganini at the far end.
Manolis Aligizakis 