- 2015
translated by Amy Mims
Words preserve whatever is real
and when this is missing
the word persists
just as the blood precedes the slaughter
and again it still remains
a hard coin at its face value
How many gauze bandages to be changed
without a single signal in the insatiable market
with ellipses in the present tense
and beauty
mutilated from ground-mine to ground-mine
Which silent vein of silence will open some day
with a song of obligation
to those unfortunate ones
who kneel in the dirt in sorrow
The Sky, Kneeling, Gavrielides, Athens, 2015
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