Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
An Elegy for my father killed by terrorist
Congealed deep sweat of memories
Of the disappearing past
Stabs the ancestral archaeology,
Deadly night of worst memories!
I,a killer of time, anguished
With the eyewitness experience
In the birth of flowing existence
A legacy of painful memories.
Assassin’s knife disrupted
The skull inside
Came out of his ears the mucus
Of brain,
He had nothing to do but take
A part in the final stage!
Bloody memory eats the old soil
That navel spreads ancestral scent-
The scent of prehistoric ancestors
Like the sweaty scent
Of my father’s bed,
Crumpled pillow-now the relics
Of an abandoned world.
For decades,
My brain cuts the saw of memory
Stabs severely in its sensitive chamber
And keeps showing the shaking scenery
Of my father’s unbowed head!
