Poem by Manolis Anagnostakis


It was still early before daybreak when

I couldn’t accept defeat. I knew the many

hidden valuables I had to rescue, the many

pales of water to keep ready among the flames

you talked, you showed strange wounds in the streets

the panic choked your hearts like the flag you flew

on balconies, you loaded the merchandise hastily

your prognosis was correct: the city would fall

there, by the corner I meticulously collected

I carefully shut down my last outpost

I hanged the arms on the walls, I decorated

the windows with the broken school desks

I knit my net with hair clippings and

I waited standing alone like the first time