1821, the feast
an angelic portrait of Solomos,
a demonic, dark one of Karaiskakis
and a sorrowful Glory, dressed in black,
an invisible gathering of unseen heroes,
at a long π-shaped table, set, stained,
where, instead of treats, drinks and foods,
memorial offerings are left, marks of time, desolation
and at its head, a lamb staring into our eyes
