Chris Zachariou

impish fairies
bait the child
with handfuls
of red berries
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The poet with unbridled thoughts
and the scent of fledgling sparrows
on her lips
rides bareback to the river
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For many years now I live alone
in a tiny single room by the canal.
I have no photographs on the walls
there are no books on the shelves
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Rise to the dizzy heights
dream the dreams
and think the thoughts
that you and only you
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Our only reality— words
their beauty the lovechild of minds alike.

Now a new world is dawning.
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Across the ocean
in a country far away
a moth cocooned
works night and day
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Men with God on their side
fly high in the burning skies.

Napalm death pours down
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I see their names carved in stone
on marble crosses with roots of bone

trees dripping with death and tears
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A fierce wind scorches Cordoba
tonight
lewd and shameful like a voracious lover.
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I.

clandestine smiles and glances
meander to the little cinema
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My Lord,
our covenant

"The Messiah
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We talk of poets and white doves
till sunrise
of blushing anemones, chilled juice
and ice cream and mother's apple pie.
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We close her eyes
we kiss her forehead
then darkness for eternity.
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Two by two, the crew
board the boat to El Dorado
with a rout of rusty knights
sitting at the captain's table.
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We fought a bitter war,
a war of sheer brutality.
She with bows and arrows
and I with songs and wine.
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I sprinkled
stardust
in your hair.
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I drifted to the Moon
last night looking for my life.

Barman if you please,
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Our wise goddess,
you craved sainthood
but doubts racked your body.
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an avalanche
of death slid
down the mountain
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