IV
The drunk men rolled in the muddy road
the old guerilla sang among sobs and saliva
Hail to you ELAS* for Hellas
until the army police took him.
Sophianos was crawling next to me
stinking of ouzo and yelling in the empty room
I turned into a traitor for a 48 hour release
expel me from your company, expel me
and I held his forehead so he could throw up.
Libros Libertad 