The second sacrifice

N. Lygeros

Translated from the Greek by Angeliki Papadopoulou

Upon the white wall
I felt the wound of stone.
The memory had fallen
so that we wouldn’t forget
the unknown soldier.
He said nothing, when he saw
the child with the black woods
even when he sullied the bed.
Then the future met
the past for the first time.
And then he died again
so that the need would live.

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