Wild Court

An international poetry journal based in the English Department of King’s College London

Two poems by Dina Kafiris

Alitheia

The Greek truth –
is it not every man’s truth,
that the written word of the poet
in its finality, will be,
as we will come to know it,
our only trusted ally? …

War

(her) bitten fingernails reap the scalp,
religiously peeling at raw skin. Blood
falls, like pellets into winter water.

as a day ages, its waste journeys down the river,
pleasing thirsty lips of a forgotten village,
not far from the olive tree where she stands.


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