MIDDLE ERA
II
Décor and pompousness abound
on the outside and the headman’s
crown, while a dark shade swirls in his heart
like a heavy shroud blanketing logos
leading the way toward a thick bog.
“This time, perhaps this time
we shall prevail over them and
stitch on bitter lips of life
the ever phony and capricious laughter”,
the headmaster claims in his role
marching as in a pantomime.
He graces the simple-minded
with a false yellow beacon
perpetuating their sanctified killing.
Beast man against man
deep stigmata colored in dark red or
light gray on the faces and
on the limbs and in the spirits.
How would the hungry wolf
listen to the voice of the pious lamb?
How would the voracious
volcano, listen to the dry
kindling in the summer forest?
Manolis Aligizakis 