'Litany' Poem by Antonis J. Kazantzoglou

The doves rooste there
in the temple watching
the litanies
of man
in memory
of the innocents
the girls follow beside
the mothers
- childless mothers
mothers who makeup the great mother
this mother Greece this mother Irak this mother America
numberless mothers
and our grandmother earth
there beneath
the mosaics
the sun
is grand
the world
full
love
work
laughter
but what a shame
they disappear in the great mystery
the real mystery this
death
and where to after the fall
of deliverance. .

How ironic we men are
ironic inside our own tragicness
wing-born or loathing after love
still only there do we all suffer, yes all
before the ultimate mystery.

Truth is that the sun still sets at dusk
arises and falls as it has endured
cyclical or shapeless.