Long-listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry awards

However, Pilot, upon seeing that it was of no use and
everything was just noise, he stopped the ceremony;
they say that during the same night the parish women
gave birth to small wax semblances
and father, once merchant, after he lost all we had, stood
outside the stores and
one night I saw him stooped over the garbage “father what
are you doing there?”
“I’m looking for that old cigar”, he said.
Next morning we put him in the Asylum, with a box
of cigars that I managed to buy with some borrowed
money.
Since then I know a lot about parent killers. And I
gave up smoking.
Later when the gunshots started I didn’t know who to
save first
many useless things needed my attention, the verger
narrated her ancient argument
with Hagia Kaikilia, “I therefore go to the doctor; he
was at his last hours I’m still alive” he said to us
all others had found refuge at the storage room where
the last scene was unfolding; the pawnbroker was
standing at the edge, I saw them running, I locked
the door; this has been repeated for centuries;
in other words, I just managed to understand what
I was saying, since I often died,
just to earn some coal for the winter cold.

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