THE SAINT Poem by Miltos Sachtourisuris

THE SAINT



He stared deep
deep
into the well
its depth
had no end
in this life

the flesh peeled off
and fell bit by bit
soon nothing would remain
but his skeleton

I've decided - he said -
I've finally decided
I'll live among the drowned
and among the lepers

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