Mirrors
You left behind you
the mirrors into which you met
their ugliness, and the closed door
concealing their injustice,
once noticed.
Where do these animals go
why do they still breathe
what do they contribute to this beauty
save their excrements?
Do they deserve to live or
should they be helped
to do the honourable thing?
The mirrors into which you saw
their ugliness, you left next
to the boiling coffee pot,
next to the severed umbilical cord
as proof of the uncertainty
of future days.
Can you now connect
to the inglorious past,
during which
you dreamed to save
this world?
Manolis Aligizakis 