For Eleni

If we are sick
And we are all sick

How do words care
For the sick?

We are dying to live
There is something

I am dying to tell you
When language ends

Don't call this cure
Call this method

Call this the necessary
Blocks we throw up

To know we are here
And not just a voice

That pain is just the beginning
Of what we will say

To each other a kind
Of poetry just without

The poem.