I
Logos in absentia while in the stained
soil, all earthworms burrow
toward the west, trickling anger
undresses the magnolias when
human nakedness like a yellow dandelion
slowly treads down the road
steady pace on its sacred path
to the clothes factory
where it randomly selects fabrics
ethereal designs divine colours
and dresses itself
in softened satin and black velvet.
What then of all waterholes and
all the thirsty sparrows?
Nakedness emerges in phony light,
comes out in flashing fashion
smooth as the knife’s sharpened edge
gleaming like fire from a hungry pistol.
Human nakedness is fully clothed
externally glowing
yet, unbearably naked.
Manolis Aligizakis 