The Plaka, Athens Greece
LAMENT FOR THE OLD ONES
beautiful Greek boys,
What has happened to those
those Adonis who used to
captivate us with their sweet talk?
Where are the Zorbaswho danced with passion
on broken plates
and later broke our hearts?
bald, grey-haired, unshaven men
Are they these
who laze away their days at kafeneions
bemoaning the state of the economy,
reminiscing of the days
they sailed boldly into foreign ports
seducing the local girls?
They used to loll in Plaka Square,kamakis poised,
enough of them
to make a girl’s head dizzy,
oozing their Mediterranean charm.
Today I see only tired old men,ancient as their myths.
Where are those beautiful gods?
Where is Eros
who struck our hearts with
his golden arrows?
on hot summer days
Now they work in tavernas
slogging beer and souvlaki to tourists
while I sit and watch
remembering those golden days
when Plaka Square was filled
with laughter and love.
Written in Plaka Square, Athens.
(note: a kamaki is a 3-pronged fishing spear. The guys who go out 'fishing' for women are nicknamed Kamakis)
The Plaka at Night