'Macbeth Sin And Desire' Poem by Antonis J. Kazantzoglou

Man, Virus, Macbeth kouros
father and son of old mother' s wail
Mon Dieu, God, Lament
the last flockflight of falconlions cry
Ave Antonio silent one
blessed is the fruit of your brithing seed.

You killed brilliant macbethian lepers
with your anima seeming lame
ah, sweet mocked sin of mine
it is written that I be breathless at your command
HAIL my gravedigging life
cursed the tracks of your body.

In my vineyards you entered bishop
the wine young but glorius
Macbeth drink from my blood
let their desire hold for eons
fill my genital chalice
which was always moist.

'Silence of time's last litany
my mother beheaded me
my father kicked me with love
my lover deflowered with my deathbed's candle
my brother showered me with spit
but only you Macbeth shed tears of blood'.

And if in bed Iremained a ghost
I would recognize you beloved Macbeth friend
you kissed me on your forehead with your loves
and for my battle you moved wounded
you took only my mule for a suvenir
knowing that it too would die.