We went on safari
a mute shaman
he chased us all night
took our eyes;
a little red riding hood
he came and went
and was cleaning
he was going out on the terrace
she was crying a little
then he was coming back
- all emigrants leave here
with their bags,
he tells us
- your fares
to wear them in the sockets
instead of eyes;
then he dusted us off
he kissed us on the forehead
and bid us farewell;
above the fireplace
embalmed
she looked embarrassed
the poet's head.
(included in the collector's edition SOMETHING DARK BORN ME, poems in poems, 24 lithographs by Giorgos Kordis in dialogue with poems by Greek poets, Cinnabar publications, 2019)
photo romainriere, https://pixabay.com
