Do not judge me
after this poem
written one night
leaving
in Somes Square near a wall
I hear another whisper
there under burnt brick
I wrote with colored chalk
I found it erased
in the morning
but look
Somebody dared to shade my word
Right now and they said to me,
the wind blows
from a mile
three women in black
make signs in despair
from the shadows
Let’s look ahead
Two thousand years ago
they tried to make justice
no money
now the perspective is more gloomy.
The well absorbs us
From the shadow
And vodka flows down the throats
In the bed the woman
keeps us company.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol