Punishment
And time came for my punishment
when He, the forever diaphanous
unfolded the scroll
to read the exigent and after
He called my name and my kin’s
without paying attention to the black
patch on my left eyebrow, it was
a dark night, what could I see?
I felt as if the same exigent suckled
nourishment from breasts unseen
from virginal and hardened nipples
inviting like a groovy song heard
in the background when His voice,
quite unapologetically, called
my innocent girth standing
before the enemy’s rifles which
during that day of justification
defined my purpose conclusively
Hellenic Canadian Literature 