Heaven, you are the reversed
bed of a brothel,
you’re the no longer usefull
skull of a dead
your rooftop has pierced
its tiles
collapsed by a crash,
your desperation
writhed on the floor
screaming with screeching voices.

*The original poem in Greek is here https://tokoskino.wordpress.com/2012/05/16/%CF%84%CF%81%CF%8D%CF%80%CE%B9%CE%B1-%CF%83%CF%84%CE%AD%CE%B3%CE%B7/
A republication is here http://gatheredavantgardepoets.blogspot.com.au/2012/12/blog-post.html