The Image
the dogs bark in the night
the deep shade of the trees
the morning chirp of the skylark
the song of the water flowing from the spring
the reward, the only one,
for the exhaustion
the laments
the wounds
of those who the storm caught
those who the conniving spirits tyrannized
those who felt
painfully of course
all the hues of
both the colours and feelings
the cawing of agony
and the soft whimper of the dove
let us place the flowers where the beast stood
let us drive the true lovers of truth to the benevolent artesian wells
let us swear that we shall never die
Manolis Aligizakis 