Cross-legged beside his body

The flesh of the temporary and other poems
2019

translated by Yannis Goumas

 

The dead man is moaning

as he sits cross-legged beside his body,

he takes off his tie

in his coffin,

as a young man he ruffles his black hair,

“have my friends come to my funeral?”, he asks

“now I should really go to theirs”

“but it’s impossible, don’t you understand?”

 

A sparkle brings him to his youth

 

     The flesh of the temporary and other poems (2019)

 

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