translated by Dinos Siotis

Look at him. With degrees and a moustache of stone.
He drags two three hungry babes
Feeling completely illiterate
Next to the Old of the Days. His creditor.

He pushes a puppy in his belly.
He hates and is ashamed and afraid.
His mouth gapes from difficult breathing.
Does not expect clean air.

All his thoughts a stain with his finger
On the name, the origin, his kilos.
Sketched in a bill
He passes directly to Charon.

Not even there he’s welcome.
First he has to beg for the fare.

  O tromos ws apli mihani, Patakis Publications, Athens 2012