should a gardener now open the door and walk in
one girl for a wonder won’t look like her mum
missing all ceremonies, besides stretching
she will look after turgut
turgut will roam the streets with inner comfort in him
his dark kashmir suit
his coat floating from his narrow shoulder
his figure, above all his everything
he is out to see himself off
by beaming with a lightness of a passenger
——
caution me turgut
from my nape towards my waistline
a pretty slight shrinkage
come in the room
generals, civilians, parliamentarians entering
a dispirited people
clinched under their arms
coming carrying the smell of a newspaper
—–
i put it in my lap battering the evening skeptically
i hardly wait for the morning, grinding the voice between my teeth
its muscles and willpower taken
one woman is at the top with her sharpened wrath
below a handful demons to rhythm; come on, come on
one two jump on one two jump on one two truncheon
turgut somebody pushing us from behind
in chorus again…
English Translation by Mesut Senol