Antonis J. Kazantzoglou
'Litany' - Poem by Antonis J. Kazantzoglou
The doves rooste there
in the temple watching
of the innocents
the girls follow beside
- childless mothers
mothers who makeup the great mother
this mother Greece this mother Irak this mother America
and our grandmother earth
but what a shame
they disappear in the great mystery
the real mystery this
and where to after the fall
of deliverance. .
How ironic we men are
ironic inside our own tragicness
wing-born or loathing after love
still only there do we all suffer, yes all
before the ultimate mystery.
Truth is that the sun still sets at dusk
arises and falls as it has endured
cyclical or shapeless.
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