Matala

Evangelos Catevatis

With bleeding feet
dry lips
and copper breath,
I find myself
at the end of the world.

And then, I hear
one birdsong
I see the shaft of just one
straw of sun…
the pine…

I am alive !!!

nevertheless, nevertheless

I pry a hole
in the rocky hill.
One cave,
a grave

I insert myself
and enter life
the day the papers announce
my death.

Evangelos Catevatis, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Translated from Greek by Joy Flach
University of Dallas, Texas, USA