From the Beginning Again
The leg sank deep
in the thick, muddy memory
and the echo of a heavenly pendulum
a light cosmic step that guided and pushed
the old world towards a new life.
He resisted. And his breath
slowly froze, his last words nothing
but thick smoke.
Slow snowing in the joints.
Calm days, like snowflakes
decorated the desert that had no oasis
into which your leg,
(your leg) sank deep.
Manolis Aligizakis 