Ubermensch, by Manolis Aligizakis

Posted: 19/10/2021 by vequinox in Literature


We suddenly felt the flesh that carried our pain and

our dreams was foreign to us since He had died: our God

and inappropriate it was not to take into account

the undertaker’s tears. We had none, God was too old

we thought and finally we understood the angel

who advised us to show compassion, who advocated

morality, had also died and we had to rely on the birds

to recommence our sentimental love and understand

our neighbor who started his day brandishing a pistol

in his hand, his eyes fixated on us as though saying

you better not… a sentence that contradicted our

Sunday dinner and in vain we insisted to light our

oil lamps.

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