POEM BY IOULITA ILIOPOULOS
GATHERING
She gathers something. Insignificant. A glass, a knitted blouse
put on the coffee pot, put on the coffee pot her mother yells
and taking the pot she hides in it a cloth broken doll
into four pieces and the made of bone cross of her grandmother.
Then she folds the blanket, her house. Whole.
And they start their three day march to the sea. Passing
the barb wire during the night the blanket got tangled.
The house remained behind for good. Now, she embarks
along with the others, having with her only her Fate: unknown.
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