translated from the Greek by Nick Moschovakis

All who talk in their sleep should take care
and the same goes for those still dancing
across the dream’s thin ice
since detailed records are kept on it all
and History is the murky eye
of a cyclops who’s never caught sleeping.
History in point of fact
never repeats itself.
True enough, it sometimes likes
to wear the uniform of this
or that police force and it shows up
in the dark of night kicking in
doors and windows
and at other times it disappears whole populations
with hunger or flaming iron
but often it’s merely our good mother
smiling sweetly as she gets
the little innocents from school and holds
them by the hand and gathers with them
wildflowers wet with dew
in the blossoming forest of Katyn.