Pavlos and Nikolio

They’re taking Pavlos and Nikolio

on a voyage

in a boat without rigging,

on a ship without shrouds.

Fire burned the rigging

a storm took the shrouds

and the journey of death

has no return.

 

Together the mothers

of Pavlos and Nikolio go out;

they ask the earth to tell them

and it drips blood.

 

Those are not groans

that come out of the earth,

only a spring that invites you

to drink and quench your thirst.