Tasos Livaditis-Poems, volume II

     He always went out for a walk, serene, almost in good spirit,
when he met the caretaker who was begging someone while
his glance was hanging like a dead dog.
     He grabbed a knife and dug out both of his eyes that rolled
and fell into the sewer. 
     Since then he leads the birds back into the house.
     Night fell; time one reviewed his life. And the dead went
to bed, crossed their arms as though what they looked for
    they could touch, at last, inside them.