Treason
It was the second month of his betrayal, he dared died,
our God and we had come so far that we felt the need
to yell it from the depths of our lungs to make sure
the neighbors heard it: we were still here and we were
still poor.
Emptied syringes laid on the ground, relatives heard
the news, one of them, teary eyed, filled a glass
of brandy to our saints who died of sorrow, truly what
else was expected of us at this hour of reckoning?
Suddenly the bankrupt priest refused to eat with us
and taking his leave didn’t forget to claim his right to
his heaven, a man of principles that he was and
we knew the vacated house of the priest was already
occupied by Hades.
Manolis Aligizakis 