Popi Aroniada, Termites dance

…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
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.

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