THE SHAPE OF FATE
…Now I don’t know how to read further
because they tied you in chains, cause they pierced you
with the spear,
cause one night in the forest they separated you
from the woman
who looked with her eyes fixated and didn’t know
how to speak,
cause they deprived you of light, the pelagos, the bread.
How did we fall, comrade, in the trap of fear?
It wasn’t in your fate, nor in mine these writings
we never bought or sold such things
who is he who orders and kills behind our backs?
Let it be, don’t ask; three red horses on the threshing floor
circle around human bones and have their eyes covered,
let it be, don’t ask, wait; the blood, the blood
will rise one morning like St George the horse rider
to nail the dragon to the soil with his spear.
Manolis Aligizakis 