The human with the easel

N. Lygeros

Translated from the Greek by Angeliki Papadopoulou

Through the dark streets of city,
filled with drowned, without shipwreck,
he held in his right shoulder
an oak easel
as if he was carrying a cross.

There was no crown for this crazy king
there was no kiss of Judas
only the indifference of passers
in front of the crucified of destiny.

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