II
With a virgin crystal vision and a
dream underarm lighting his thoughts
nascent creativity of the poet
throws his diaphanous sight
to the four edges of the cosmos
identifying his future in the brightest
petals of the rose, and in the sweetest
whisper of the trickling rivulet,
the young poet observing a future.
He stands eloquently unfettered
by the banality of modern stupidity
he stands and records the unspent
grace and its splendid view
being incarcerated by bigots.
Events of the ancient night
parade in front of his retina and
are repeated with new intensity as
the Gates of Heaven still divide
troglodytes in clans and classes in
powerful wealth and
pious benevolence: concepts
embedded deep in souls
and in the stanzas of this hymn.
Manolis Aligizakis 