Ariana, adopted the old Greek ways,
when Nikos died diving for sponges.
She encased her curses into two lead stones:
smuggling one into his coffin,
dropping the other into Naxos deepest well.
She made sure Nikos soul would
carry her curse to the underworld
before it ascended to heaven,
or activated fully on the river of forgetfulness
for Death to see, read, feel her grief.
She had hired the local poet who still
remembered all the magical phrases
and could reverse the flow of words.
She wanted Death
to throw himself to the crows,
split like she was divided inside,
perish the same way Nikos drowned,
damned Deathโs eyes to drunkenness
till he became a burden to the earth,
a useless sack of spoiled wine.
As she turned back and
started to look away
she heard Nikos voice echo to her.
She turned aroundย andย In
the mist that crawled away to the Aegean
was revealed three Cretan hounds snarling
behind the gate of the rich shipbuilderโs house.
The sea, the earth the sky collapsed in her.
The sound of tides, the swirling dust, the rain were
mocking this girl who knew only ordinary curses,
this widow doomed to live a long, grieving life
listening for Nikos sounds until her very end.
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