Kακό μάτι

 

 

 

Every tear secretly

Keeps

The memory

Of a name

To which

We once gave

A space

To escape time

And where time goes

When it gets lost

In the present

 

And the presence

Of what we thought

Lost

Atop a stony wall

Or in cities of steel

 

 

Yet our eyes

Kept the sound

Of that name

And on an August day

Made a tear

Of fluid walls

In white and blue

Within which

That name echoed

 

Loud

Inviting

Like the murmur

Flow

Of a

Siren

 

 

 PS/ Kako Mati is “Evil Eye” in Greek

 

November 30, 2025

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2025