
LONG LISTED FOR THE GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS 2023
Short Rhapsody
It was a small old station when the murder
took place; the killer was late, struggling with
the autumnal difficulties when suddenly the whore
of the lucky ones, the moon appeared
where the forgotten people, women with ominous
dates, escapees from old days spent their nights or
just avoided the pity or the reign of keys or the104
enigmas of themselves which they hastily chose or
the child who prostituted himself just to be able
to chirp (and now all suburbs listen to him)
when, however, they sighed the soldiers had seeds
and a good annual crop, the crazy people a ticket
for the whole trip or the heavens opened for the poor
words heard in the hallway or in the outside festivities
like the mother’s movement when she corrected
the pleats of her dress or like the old rhapsodists
who put aside their long beards
so Troy could be vaguely seen.