Poseidon
And the days of Poseidon began
as I exhumed a band of sunrays
and to the chickadee
I gave the chirp
ancient brutes
clashed in my mind
clarity squabbled
opposite riddles
over my thoughts
light against the secret darkness
that dwelled in the battle
of attrition: one winner
the desert monolith
was all I inherited,
may my linage be blessed,
for the pain and pleasure I tasted
in my early days
the absolute and inexplicable
the desirable and the repulsive
one thread
one pair of scissors
two fingers
and Poseidon dictated
all my moves
seven wonders of the world
before my eyes
and the seven plagues
that were to commence later
my first concept was my love
always vague and irrelevant
while my concept of hatred
always definite and controlling
Manolis Aligizakis 