translated by  Tonia Kovalenko

Three days on end he was struggling in the jungle
of the clinic.

Native shamans blowpipes medicinal herbs
Wild beasts and typhoons were smothering his voice.

Near by
Other patients calmly paddled their boats
They pointed at him took pictures.

The doctor came.
Said he should quit writing poems in the night.

  A' Pathologiki, Mikri Arktos editions, Athens, 2013