we walk now
across the lands Oedipus crossed
in his exile;
the same desolation in which
Antigone found the corpse of her brother
It is the land of the damned,
the stretch and vastness in which
the displaced find their confines
And we lift our hearts and eyes to the skies
but only the vultures are there
to pluck out eyes and devour hearts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stretch and vastness