Sterile Squid of Santorini

I know why they got fat
on the sterile squid of Santorini
those loveless eunuchs from Turkey

I know why I thought I saw you again
in the Church of many wishes
as I lit candles in windy EGION
in the Northern PELOPPONESE.

I know why you continued to elude me
in the wild carnival of Patras
as the pulsating reds and oranges
melt to butterfly green and aubergine.

It is because you left a while ago
and my son who did the same
has not yet come back.
And if he has
I seem not to know,
Oh my son, my son
I seem not to know.