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"The Survivor" - Poem




What is this place what is it
On what declivity the head caught
In the open mouth of the sun
The arms and legs
Devoured
By the rage of the sun
What is this place oh! my children
You that are so tall so white
You my father who are so tall so white
You my mother so tall so white
What is this place what is it
On what declivity the head caught
In the open mouth of the sun
Where am I
In what country what land
Buried in the ground
In what mountains that set your look on fire
By ambushing your look
Amidst the dried rocks !
I am listening to the steps
And the murmur
And the imperial order
I am listening to obstinacy
Boasting
Repentence and I also listen to
That other more serene voice
More sure of itself
What is this place then, what is it?
Scattered pieces of glass
Here and there in the mountains
White and so high
A cry with no voice
And where am I?
Oh, where am I?
Crossing a forest of spiders
Running away all the time
Roaming in a forest of drums
Insisting that my voice be heard
Amidst these times
Falling and falling again
On doors, on windows behind which
These times remain shut up
The examining voice announcing the night
That lives in the bosom of the night
Just as the seed lives within the soil
Coal within the cinders
Fear and despair In the voices of men
What is this place then what is it?


Takis Sinopolis





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