Greek prisons: Poem of May 1, 2013

He talks in his sleep at night.

Not only is it annoying. The nightly atmosphere in the prison cell gives a mystery dimension to his muttering.

He wakes him up. He tells him: “Brother, you’re talking in your sleep.”

He answers: “I know, brother. At night. The dead visit me in my sleep.”

He says: “You tell these pricks to get out so we can sleep…”

by Tasos Theofilou, imprisoned comrade awaiting trial

Anastasios K. Theofilou
Filakes Domokou, D2 Pteryga,
35010 Domokos, Fthiotida, Greece;
email: a.tasious[at]