Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Toward the end
Mihalis Katsaros had no teeth.
It seems he left them as collateral
This explains why his words bite
bone and marrow at once
like a swarm of magnificent
Perhaps his testament was really
and his pages dirt, nourishing
a crop of giants
with arms like sickles
with a voice made of caves and stampede
with letters on the forehead
in splendid flame engraved
with bird beaks for nails
with wells for mouths, wherein there wait in ambush
armies of the unquiet dead.
Poem by Lenin Reloaded, written 21 November 2009, self translated.