After the War

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Manolis Aligizakis

The houses stayed the same
windows firmly shut
always longing for
a hand’s quiver

inside
a widow always lamented

a mother for her son’s death
in the front line

and we made toys of wire
left behind by the enemies
threads meant for ideal nooses

and we laughed
we always laughed
innocent evening breeze
coming from the shore

for our unknown future
lurking ahead that
with optimism we anticipated
never had fear in our hearts

and the fields remained not sowed
company providing seed
underwrote every villager’s
life or casket quality

 

Manolis Aligizakis,
Canada