Poem by Miltos Sachtouris
THE NEGLECTED
I
This furrow isn’t a furrow of blood
this ship isn’t of the tempest
this wall isn’t wall of lust
this crumb isn’t of a celebration
this dog isn’t a dog of flowers
this tree isn’t electrical tree
this house isn’t of hesitation
This white old woman isn’t at her last moments
It’s a spoonful of sweet wine, strength and joy
for the life of the neglected one.
Libros Libertad 