…I am cold
while around me
flames dance
instead of pain
the tooth is missing
it lies opposite
on the demolished roof
together with more
baby-teeth
the lye on the hair
turns termites into ashes
termites that carry
full moon buttons
seal holes
by stopping cries
mint dries up
a memory of green
soap in the eyes
from washing a child
while the waiting
for a resurrection
floods the eyes
I sewed up the womb
I sew on the pockets
every small opening
for the heirs to find
something to burry
I am cold
while all around me
flames dance

*From the collection “Roke”. Translation from the Greek: Katerina Anghelaki-Rook.