UBERMENSCH

Manolis

Scarecrow

He knew our peculiar desire for suffering
as if we preferred the sigh of defeated and
the signs left behind by birds in their morning flight
our eardrums soft capable of capturing the rapture
of the thunderbolt yet, we still wanted to lay next
to the woman’s breast, close enough to feel her pain
close enough to taste her anguish and He, alone
encompassed the earth as if with His song
to transcend it, while we still kneeled before
the scarecrow, jet-black eyes and straw hair
on his head that moved back and fro, myths
upon which we had based our existence.

Σκιάχτρο

Γνώριζε την παράξενή μας προτροπή για βάσανα
σαν να μας άρεσε του ηττημένου ο στεναγμός
και τα πρωινά σημάδια που αφήναν τα πουλιά
στο πέταγμά τους. Τ’ αυτιά μας απαλές μεμβράνες
της καταιγίδας το πανδαιμόνιο που συλλαμβάνανε
κι ακόμα θέλαμε δίπλα σε γυναίκας βυζί να κοιμηθούμε

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