Troubadour
Troubadour tunes chords chime on
the listening wall of loneliness
clouds attend flimsily
just enough to grasp a few notes
the red ‘do’ or the shrouded ‘mi’
when the blue eyes of her highness
shed brackish tears
dubious fidelity
as the amorphous grasps
a shape a headless idol while
crusader sharpens
his command and
sword another head served
on a blasphemous altar
son of man exiled
leaves ravenous void
Manolis Aligizakis 