Over the Blue Aegean

You’ve been so many places
You can’t say you’ve ever been.
You tremble over the blue

Aegean near the ghost town
Created by cruelty,
And you lust for its beauty,

Its overgrown masonry,
To spill from inside your mind
Out over surrounding life.

After the revolutions,
Genocidal replacements,
And grief, it comes down to this—

Once all locked rooms are roofless,
Ghost thoughts can enter what’s left.