Poem by Dimitris Liantinis
ARCTURUS
Guide of the seven bulls
that graze in the kingdom of your concern
you evaluate the stagnate century
you build the borders of your struggle
with four drops of frozen sweat
in the shape of the crusaders banner.
Oh, Alkalurops,
navigator of the children’s laughter
and primer of the elders
you stand amid the grayish aging rocks
and with your flute you sing about
the labor of death
of both the powerful and the immortal
Libros Libertad 