Volcanoes awake (Telemachus’s 21st century song)

by Christos Polydorou

Volcanoes awake, after
eleven centuries of deep
slumber, one December,
and their lava pours
devastating the villages
below. My rage at how
I have never met my father
is similar, but in this setting
I am the volcano, the lava,
and the dead villagers
as one son, brotherless,
sisterless, lying in bed,
counting the winter stars
frozen over Ithaca.