The Tenant

Sworn soldiers entered Kalavryta 

You know what awaits you, all black and iniquitous.

The soldiers of our times never take oaths

they’re all civilians with chauffeurs’ faces.

Generals and Pharisees entered my lodgings

I know what awaits me, I write on my paper.

I write my income and I subtract my rent

and at the bottom I even sign my conviction.