Poem: From Xi to Sigma

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From Xi to Sigma

by Eva Arvaniti-Michalopoulou

There are places—

without gardens of Babylon,

within a waning, weary Middle Age.

There are people—

without tombs whitewashed bright,

within the stench of counterfeit souls.

Amid the seeming and the surface,

But the moment sigma takes the shape of xi,

flee, save yourself 

before the inner lands and rite

cast you to the unclaimed and forgotten.

For truly,

you never belonged to them.