….I look at the sun: a black spot
where from now on my blinking will rest
the mourning seal will accompany it
I hopelessly stare at the world
I sob like a homeless child
and I keep fighting – theirs is the game –
with earthly and heavenly gods
bury half of my life oh God
thunder curses the mills of prayers
take his body sacrificed for them
the other half of my soul
I offer to hell
parting is a mute mother
but ephemeral whisper of lament
spring that gushes out from the foot of the rock
city thunders on sky’s bell
and until we remember the warmth
of your palm
prayers chew like gums we ruminate
your thunderous life unveiled
in the blinded night
with flowers we cover the wound of the earth
then we walk in darkness
on our lost paths
to live what was written
to our pilgrimage place
Mother
in small petals on the boundary of the sly
and in the blue of your eyes
God has stolen them –
Manolis Aligizakis 