THE RED PEARL

i just wanted to peel off my clothes like a lizard

off my womanhood and geography as well

and i wanted to get lost in this cannibalistic forest

 

i had seen a child somewhere out there

in a truck bed covered with the filth of time

bandits were collecting pearls from the sea in your eyes

and they were crashing them like a sandy soil

under the feet coming out of shoemaker of the hell

 

people facing back were passing the streets

people facing back in the clean sitting rooms of the houses

they were celebrating a holiday or a birthday

yet, nobody was turning around

and nobody was seeing

the sea flowing from the child’s eyes

 

this red peal i am holding between my teeth

a keepsake from that day. i could not abandon. And swallow it

and i could not break it. in a red mirror pulling my face

where i cannot get lost. a burning smell and on my hands

the filth of time left from that day. the water i keep playing with

in order to disappear off the face of the earth

 

who informed against us?

we had just walked out of a dinner for one

the child and i are in the simple rooms of two far away locations

and we were reading the only prayer we knew:

hey human being, think of who you are

 

how have they decided which shoulder of ours was more predisposed

to lean to the wound of an olive tree

 

we are experiencing immortality

now the child and i

are in the simple rooms of two far away locations

i swallow the red pearl and by looking at the picture of a deer

on the wall and i wipe the arrow in the picture with the salt of my wound

it lies on the sea inside it by collecting the powder of smashed pearls

 

all prophets are late

all prophets

for dropping from the green pelerine of god

and a late arriving words

cannot illuminate the night frozen with the filth of time

everybody has already become their own god

everybody has found out the ways to forgive themselves

in the back rooms after committing murder in the front yard

 

that is why the red pearl being shaken in the chambers inside of me

and pearl powder piled up on its eyelashes

 

are of verses descended with us from the earth to god

 

English Translation by Mesut Şenol

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