on the ground worship
doses of our madness
across avenues of calamity
where adrenaline is vigilant
sweaty bodies
parade their nakedness
on the painted stakes
on the store signs
shining in every shade of gray
expelling myths and legends
by defections
in those contemporary pains

how to stand up
with the loss of
our bygone visions
in reality shows
modern forms of servility

how to contend
into Third World’s slavery
where Nike
and the other relatives
breathe only with blood?

*Translation of the Greek original: Dimitri Troaditis.
The original in Greek is here https://tokoskino.wordpress.com/2011/03/25/%CF%80%CF%81%CE%BF%CF%83%CE%BA%CF%85%CE%BD%CE%AC%CE%BC%CE%B5/
Also re-published at http://mhnymal.blogspot.gr/2014/08/blog-post_80.html