SIMPLE TALK
…How can one sing
Here, where our lives were eggshells under
their boots
with death so ever close
and from a patch on the hole of your elbow
with the name of the dead comrade
like a fork piercing your tongue?
It’s enough that we speak
in a simple way
as one is hungry in a simple way
as one loves
as we die
in a simple way.
Manolis Aligizakis 