POEM BY MANOLIS ALIGIZAKIS
BURDEN
He put his bag on the floor,
he lay next to me
he raised one leg and
leaned it against the wall
as if to leave
a fleshy mark on it
a faint human trace
the other leg was resting
on the cool cement
suddenly as though he remembered
something very important
he got up
walked to the table
leaned down and smelt
the last bloomed rose
then he let a sigh float
in the darkened room
as if to release
burden of his last breath
and without any word
he collapsed on the cool cement
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 