Our cemetery

N. Lygeros

Translated from the Greek by Angeliki Papadopoulou




Our homeland was like they knew it.
It continued giving to the indifferent
and the traitors, its memory.
It didn't cry. It didn't hurt.
It was only dying slowly.
Narrowly the oblivion and
the daily routine to live.
But their own also existed.
It kept them inside it
in order to forget
that is was still living.







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