Malleus Maleficarum Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

Memories always remember
to segment my soul;

images of past faces,
sentences in the past tense,
meridians of past lives in post mortum odours,

with lungs dipped in zyklon-B,
gas stains on a mandala angel
(an irrelevant truth)

all dismorphing my
personal equation of happiness,
oblivion’s fearful dreams:

Hostis humanis generis

I could accuse my social disobedience
for corrupting my nights;
or maybe my paranoid potential;

too easy!