The hunger of Mnemosyne

N. Lygeros

Translated from the French by Evi Charitidou

The children might have died
but Mnemosyne
was hungry.
She wanted to eat the oblivion of the society
which didn’t know of pains
and died bloated.
You bore inside you
the little ones who gave birth
to their own death
and you were crying in secret
because you were a man.
But the recognition was waiting.

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