In the center of Attica the other Alexandria
more bitter mor Kavafyesque more chaste more alone
projecting a Venetian lumpen frame
a place hostile where gods and goddesses reside
a crystal pit
with tension
with aches
with nations
with trollops
with demonstrators
a coral pit
a grazed sun where young men and women stand
gazing at a fleeting lumpen wind
the leper the blind the holy the happy
in the vast of sky the other Alexandria.
Forgotten, even by God forgotten.
Even God forgot the other Alexandria
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