Liana Sakelliou


Muted at nineteen
by the red death—
in the Monastery I was left forever.

Take me from here, save me, I am falling off the cliff—
the plague.

A Turkish hostage of the Balkan War I caught typhoid fever—
they buried me in the Turkish road.

I wasn’ t nominated for promotion as a Naval Officer—
I committed hara-kiri.

In the Turkish occupation I was executed in Daskalio; it was the site of executions— I was a teacher, they said.

Abandon your houses everyone Fire nears—